Friday, June 22, 2012

I Knew It Was Coming...

About, oh, 6 months or so ago, I started getting a feeling...

I don't know exactly how to explain it - discomfort, longing, boredom... just that feeling that it was time for something different.

Now, this feeling isn't new to me at all. And it's the main reason that I've moved no less than 5 times in the last 4 years.

I just get to a point where it's time to move on. To try something new. To do something different. To find a new adventure.

So... I'm now writing from Houston, Texas. Where I recently moved, with my 2 boys, seriously naughty puppy, and more stuff than would fit in the biggest U-Haul you can rent.

I start my new job with one of the biggest and best firms in the industry in 2 weeks.

I'm in a place with no family, few friends, and a terrible sense of direction.

But I'm content. Maybe even happy.

Because this is my new adventure. And it's mine to experience. And I'm excited.

And maybe this will be the adventure that quenches the feeling I always seem to get. Maybe this time, I'll stick around and really commit to something.

At least for a little while...