I went to NYC this past weekend for some much needed R & R. And by R & R, I mean wining and dining, shopping, seeing a show, going to MoMa, etc :) It was nothing short of fabulous. Of course, it brought up the ongoing question in my life-should I move there? I have been contemplating a move for some time now. You see, if you know me, you will know that I like to move. I moved to Tucson, AZ to attend the University of Arizona when I was 18 years old. Then I moved to Athens to attend the University of Georgia. Next, I moved to lovely Charleston, SC in the hopes that I would live the dream seaside. With a much younger and unsettled boyfriend in tow, I moved to Atlanta where I now reside (sans le boyfriend, thank goodness). This May will mark two years since I last moved. It is time to move again.
I don't know why I seem to live such a nomadic lifestyle. Even when I am living in the same city for several years, I tend to move at least once/year if not more often. I guess I just like the idea of a fresh start in a new place. Am I running from something? When I was younger (i.e. 18, 19, and 23), that was most definitely the case. Now that I am older (and I would like to think wiser), I am in constant search of well, ME. I used to be on a 24/7 man-hunt. I have mostly given up on that idea and have decided to re-focus the search party on finding my true self. Am I am girl or a woman? Am I a Bible beater or someone who knows their beliefs but lets others chose for themselves? Do I want to live at the beach or in the city? Do I want to try to have children or adopt? Am I a glamazon or boho chic? Who am I?
I do know that I crave adventure, travel, and meeting new people. I want to see, do, love, learn, dance, sing, walk, swim, and GROW. I want to walk out the door and not know who I am going to meet that day and what is going to happen to me. I yearn for excitement, for romance, and for stones left unturned. Could the next chapter in my life be in the most exciting city in the world? We will all have to wait and see. My only fear is that I will still be the same girl in a different city. I want to meet the next Elle...the 28 year old Elle who dreams, loves, and lives life to the fullest.
I don't know why I seem to live such a nomadic lifestyle. Even when I am living in the same city for several years, I tend to move at least once/year if not more often. I guess I just like the idea of a fresh start in a new place. Am I running from something? When I was younger (i.e. 18, 19, and 23), that was most definitely the case. Now that I am older (and I would like to think wiser), I am in constant search of well, ME. I used to be on a 24/7 man-hunt. I have mostly given up on that idea and have decided to re-focus the search party on finding my true self. Am I am girl or a woman? Am I a Bible beater or someone who knows their beliefs but lets others chose for themselves? Do I want to live at the beach or in the city? Do I want to try to have children or adopt? Am I a glamazon or boho chic? Who am I?
I do know that I crave adventure, travel, and meeting new people. I want to see, do, love, learn, dance, sing, walk, swim, and GROW. I want to walk out the door and not know who I am going to meet that day and what is going to happen to me. I yearn for excitement, for romance, and for stones left unturned. Could the next chapter in my life be in the most exciting city in the world? We will all have to wait and see. My only fear is that I will still be the same girl in a different city. I want to meet the next Elle...the 28 year old Elle who dreams, loves, and lives life to the fullest.
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