This winter has had its fair share of bumps. The whole time though, Cape Cod has felt like a safe haven. I have a great group of friends, and then I have the woods to walk through, the expansive beaches, the cozy fires. It’s so comfortable and homey.
But recently, I’ve started to feel…stuck. This town has so many wonderful, sweet qualities that I love, but at the end of the day, it is very small, and I am very young, and, well, I’m not getting any younger. I feel settled, which feels like cheating, because I’m 24! My mom often reminds me that I can’t have the life that I want without living it first, without gaining experiences and learning. I know what she means. I have always secretly wanted to just hopscotch over to point B, where I’ve got everything figured out and can sit on my back porch. It doesn’t work that way, does it?
So, I’m wondering: when do you know it’s time to move? When I came here, I had zero qualms about leaving New York — I was so done with the city and couldn’t wait to get out. Reasons to leave Cape Cod, though, would be entirely different. They would be based on pushing myself, on welcoming change, on fighting the urge to settle.
Two things are certain: 1. I despise transitions (can you tell?) and find them excruciatingly difficult. Any big decisions I make require so much courage. Even writing this post makes me shaky. And 2. I earned this spring and summer! It would feel so wrong to pick up and leave right as this place turns into paradise.
I would love ANY nuggets of wisdom you guys may have!