I’m getting that feeling again, the feeling of moving on. Of course, just like when this feeling first materialized, I’m not wanting to deal with all the logistics of moving – mainly, renting a truck and packing up everything I own. I’ve lived in Vegas for 3 years now, and I’m in my 3rd home since arriving here. I’m sick of moving, at least, sick of moving all the way too much crap that I own. So I fantasize about just packing up my car and taking only what fits. Problem with that is I have a small car, so it won’t go the way I would want it to. Plus, I’d have to get all those things again on the other end, the practical things one needs. I’d feel free by not having so many possessions, yet feel regret that I worked so hard to acquire the things I have only to get rid of them. There’s always the possibility of renting a tow-behind trailer, but I’d need a bigger car to do that. No way in heck my little 1.2 liter engine is gonna pull anything except my big butt over the Rockies.

I have approximately 10 months until my lease is up, so that’s 10 months to decide whether or not to act on this feeling, and if I do decide to act on it, 10 months to develop a plan of action. Otherwise I’ll renew the lease for another year and see what happens. But I think I’ll stay in my tiny studio apartment until I finally make up my mind to leave. I’m craving that slower pace, a more rural friendliness, more reality, less pretension, and of course a lower cost of living where I could realistically think about purchasing a house without selling my soul to the devil.