As I walk to work something feels different. I'm not sure what it is but it's not the same. Something has changed. I can't put my finger on it.
The feeling persists for the next week without quit, and finally I figure it out. The thrill is gone.
We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.
-- Kurt Vonnegut
I happened across this quote recently and could relate. I think he's saying we need to continue to take risks as our lives go on.
Moving to London was the biggest risk I've ever taken.
I knew almost no one upon arrival. Finding a place was not the easiest. Public transit was totally new. The list goes on.
I moved away from everything and everyone I had ever known. Even if I didn't show it, it was tough.
But, with risk comes thrill. In this case it was the thrill of the unknown. I experienced this last when I was backpacking across Europe with two of my good friends. To tell you the truth I love it. It's hard to explain why, but once you experience it I'm sure you'll feel the same.
After 10 months of London that thrill is gone. I've become accustomed to my new home.
Don't get me wrong, losing this thrill isn't a bad thing. It's time to start a new risk, and to start living like I belong here.
Until next time...