For the first 26 years of my life I lived in California. I briefly spent about a year and a half in Los Angeles but for the majority of those 26 years I lived within 40 minutes of my hometown. I had traveled a ton and experienced different cultures thanks to my parents, but I had never drifted far from my comfort zone.
Then, in 2012, at the age of 26 - I took a risk and moved to Colorado. I knew nobody, had only been once, and literally saw my apartment for the first time the day I moved in. Talk about a 180. I went from complete familiarity to wildly out of my comfort zone.
And ever since - I've been addicted to that lifestyle. I've lived in 4 states since I moved to Colorado and I don't know if Ill ever stop. I've grown this wild heart that gets joy from new opportunities and experiences. The uncertainty of future adventures makes my blood pump in the very best way.
The way I choose to keep moving is often confusing for other people. They assume I'm running from something or unable to find joy. But for me, seeing people stand still is confusing. With so much to see and so many places to go - how could you ever stick two feet in the ground and claim stake? If there's one thing I've learned on my journey, it's to not pay much mind to the opinions of those who don't understand my lifestyle.
Will I ever stop feeling the need to move on? Probably. I think when I find somewhere that feels right, in a job that feels good to go to everyday, when I finally find a heart that matches my beat, I'll stay put. But until all those stars align, good luck keeping up.