No, I haven't got a fungal infection.
I'm getting itchy feet to move, I feel like a change.
For the major part of my adult life I was a bit of a nomad - every two years or so I would have to up-sticks and move on to pastures new. That's what Army life was all about.
Even when I had really started to settle in a place: got a great job and made amazing friends there was still a part of me that longed for the fresh start. It was a great way of life which I adapted to well. I never got bored or fed up in a job and got a real buzz from exploring new places, both here in the UK and abroad.
I've now lived in my home for 8 years and worked in the same job for 6. It's the longest I've been in one place ever.... and I'm getting so bored.
I have the 'Groundhog Day' feeling. I've started to think it every morning as I get in the lift and head up to my office - "Here we go again"...log into computer, go and get a cup of tea, read emails - log in to the system, turn phone on. I feel like screaming "I'm a nomad, get me out of here" But the job pays well, and I am currently earning a good wage. So I'm caught, hook line and sinker in this predicament.
In my home I know where every bit of chipped paint is and the sizes of each room. Socially I know my friends so well, that they've even become predictable. Well, I have known the majority of them since we were 11. A lot of people like this 'normality' in their lives....unfortunately I'm not one of them.
And then... I have my daughter. Who loves living here and adores being settled. Her job is walking distance away, her boyfriend and friends live in the area and at this moment in time, she can't (financially) and doesn't want to (emotionally) move.
So, I'm stuck and I'll just have to keep putting cream on my itchy feet to soothe them. I just hope I don't scratch them so hard that they turn into blisters.
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