It’s getting to be that time again. A new assignment is on the horizon and I have been having a difficult time with this one. I am currently at one of the places that I have enjoyed the most. I can find something positive at all of my assignments, but there are ones that outshine the others and as sorry as I am to say it, others that have fallen short of a good experience. Alas, that is the life of being a traveler. You take the good with the bad. Really, as anything in life. However, back to my current dilemma. I have been here for close to a year, and for many reasons including ones I have no control over, I can’t work in one place for more than 364 consecutive days. There are ways around that rule, and I have explored them. However, I think at this juncture, I will be taking another path if the powers that be so wish it. An lucky for me, it would be toward my other favorite place. I really have these two places that stick out in my mind and have made me question whether or not to give up my gypsy life for one of more stability. But, even they couldn’t bring me to change my ways. Nevertheless, I still am happy to have an opportunity to return as a traveler.
When I started traveling, I loved moving around every 3 months. The excitement of going new places and learning new things put me in a happy place. I have found that as I get more experience and I stay longer at each assignment through extensions, I do kind of miss the early days of roaming the countryside. Don’t get me wrong, I still roam about and go to new places, but there is a feeling of settling in that makes me uncomfortable. Most people like to come home to the same spot and have their things and be surrounded by the familiar. I personally find that I enjoy my time with my family and friends but have dropped the notion that home is a place. It is in a sense. For me, Maine is home. But, that encompasses all the places that my family is. An example is that I feel home when I go stay at my parents’ house for the night. I feel at home when I stay with my friend. Home for me is a sense of being where I belong. My comfort zone is to be surrounded by those I love who love me back. I do have to ability to meet new people and immerse myself in new surroundings, but I wouldn’t call it my comfort zone. I enjoy the “new car smell” as it applies to my experiences, but I won’t ever forget how it feels to be back home. And I do know that once I am done with this part of my life, I will go home, but as of right now, I can’t see that in my future. Settling down is far too uncomfortable a notion for me to deal with. I am afraid of being stagnant and closed in. I have always been one to challenge the rules and notions of what I’m “supposed” to do. I need to get to places and decisions on my own terms.