It's official. I signed my contract. I'm staying here for another year.
With that comes relief, knowing I will continue to have a monthly paycheck, health insurance, 401k, etc.
But I also feel a little bit antsy.
I recently realized that I have moved every year for the past six years. This will be the first time since college that I will stay in the same place for a second year in a row.
...Around this time each year I start to think about "what's next." Where can I go, what can I do, what bigger and better thing is waiting ahead?
As the above quote so accurately describes, I think I will never be content. I will always wonder what's ahead. That's just part of who I am. Some people daydream about babies and motherhood and home decor. I dream about Bali, and Australia, and Paris, and Egypt.
In the meantime, here I am. Staying put. Trying to make roots. Trying to bloom where I'm planted. Trying to live a normal life, whether we are here for two or 10 years. So maybe I'll get a library card. Maybe I'll order the local paper. But even as I make friends and settle in for another year, I know I'll always be "haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere."