So I've decided to go to New Orleans. I made this decision after it had been percolating quietly for a number of days, maybe weeks, just a niggling little idea that something was on the horizon. I woke up after a several day battle with a nasty virus, finally feeling fresh, clear, healthy, and decided. I'm going to New Orleans.
New Orleans, specifically, both does and doesn't represent a goal. More, it's where my closest friend is, it's something new, it represents a challenge and and adventure, and to be specific, it exists in my mind as sort of a mysterious, colorful wonderland. A place where anything can happen, where reality sometimes gets turned on its head.
With the exception of New York, I can't really think of anywhere more interesting in the United States, and being that I can't afford New York, New Orleans represents a pretty close second.
It's been quite a year. After a long, long period of pondering, weighing, soul-wrenching and countless sleepless nights, I decided to end my marriage. I have no desire to take inventory of a decade plus of marriage. But I will say that it makes an adult out of you. It grows you right up. And in this maturing, I found that I needed to be not married again in order to be the person I am, the person that I am expanding into. It was a good decision, and I haven't looked back.
The year brought two other relationships with men, both of whom I adore, and I'm grateful for their presence in my life. It brought the first solid year of financial independence I've ever had. I was a just out of college relationship jumper, and engaged to be married by the time I was 25. I always had some kind of a safety net financially, and that made me a bit spoiled, impetuous, and yes, irresponsible about money. I still haven't fully shaken those habits, but it has been at once liberating and terrifying to know that I can make it on my own. I'm usually just one paycheck away from the poorhouse, but I take an attitude that the Universe Will Afford, and generally everything tends to work out alright. I think I'll stick with that.
Right now probably isn't the world's best time to be relocating, being that I'm as underemployed as I have been in years, and certainly since I have been on my own, but it is precisely this status that is allowing me to be free enough to make a move. I'm reluctantly grateful for this underemployment. Reluctant because I hate being underemployed-- the overabundance of time, the scarcity of funds, but grateful because it is releasing me into what I hope will be a larger experience.
Whew. I'm very contemplative tonight.
I sort of feel like going on about what else I'm thinking about, what I'm going to miss about Minneapolis, what I'm looking forward to in NOLA, what I think my life might look like. But I think I'm too tired just now. It's late, I've been inside my own head for most of the evening, and I think stopping now might be best. More later.