Friggin' Hippie

Every time I think I’m ready to settle down, and stop blowing wherever the wind blows me, the wind seems to pick up and blow even harder. Right now, I’m in the blustery city of Chicago doing a house sit. I thought all of the signs were pointing for me to stay here. I found a yoga studio that I love. They have teacher training in October. I also started taking writing classes at The Second City comedy school.

Those things are awesome and I was trying to figure out a plan to make them work. I needed to find a place to live, meet a cool group of new buds, and figure out how to get around this town.

But there was something wrong. Well, I guess there was nothing “wrong” per say, it just didn’t feel like it was all fitting together. As much as I’ve always wanted to live in this city, something didn’t feel right about it. I mean, everything seems perfect, so what’s the deal? Part of me feels like I want to settle down and set some roots, and part of me doesn’t know if this is really the place to do that right now. I like the people I’ve met here and Chicago is cool, but I don’t really have anything keeping me around.
Then today an old friend who’s living in Denver send me a message saying that we should move to Boston. I laughed it off and we bantered about it for a minute before I realized that he was serious.’

One of our most awesomest friends lives there at the moment. He’s going to Harvard. His first book will be published soon and he’s in talks with MTV about a reality TV show. Like I said, he’s awesome. Well, he invited us both to move out to Boston in the spring.
I started making excuses in my mind. I thought about yoga training and comedy writing and… well, that’s all I really had. Then I remembered something. I read somewhere that the same yoga training was taking place in Denver in March. Yeah. What a coincidence, right? This house sit will be done in the middle of February. My comedy writing class is over at the end of February. And then I have nothing tying me to this city.
Maybe I could go to Denver and stay with Joey and do my teacher training sooner. Maybe as soon as I get my certification, I can actually start teaching this spring. Then maybe me and Joey can move to Boston together. Then maybe I could teach in Boston. Maybe I could… Oh damn… See. That’s where it got me. I started thinking in maybes, and now I think it actually might be a great opportunity.
So maybe it’s not time to settle down. Maybe Chicago just isn’t the place right now. Maybe I’m supposed to do this other thing for awhile. Maybe I’m supposed to keep blowing in the wind. Isn’t this why I ditched my corporate gig as an executive administrative assistant? It certainly wasn’t because I was sick of wearing high waist skirts… I love those things.
What do you think? Are you blowing in the wind? Have you found a cool place to settle?