So, I’m thinking of moving. Again. It may pass, but it may not. Either way, it won’t happen for a while.

Oh, I mean moving away from Richmond. I may move within Richmond; I don’t like where I live. It is way too suburban. You can walk exactly nowhere. The one thing I do like about it is that it has a great layout for entertaining. It is also a bit of a trek for most of my friends.

Now, I love Richmond as a City. There is a lot to do; they have great festivals, a good variety of restaurants, and there is a lot of history here. (Note: a lot of Richmond natives do not know this.) You can go up to DC for the day if you are craving a bigger city; you can go to the beach for the day; you can go hike in the mountains if you wake up on a Saturday morning and that’s what you want to do.

But, several things have happened recently. My job? I’ve literally got nothing going on. My friends? Suddenly all paired up. Which, I can’t seem to manage. (I’m also feeling a bit ego-y, thinking that they are not, in fact, better than me, which leads to me thinking that it’s because I’m bigger than all of them. This? Can be helped a little, but even at my lowest weight I will be huge compared to them. HUGE! I have pocket-sized friends.) (Also lonely, which will pass. Probably the minute I start dating someone and remember that the big problem I have with dating someone in the same town is lack of alone time.) Family? Either I never see them, or I’m babysitting*, or there are huge, family-based weekends at which I’m supposed to be present at all times. Which? Way more than I can handle. I mean, when I lived in NC I once went a year without seeing family except for Peg, Bobby, and Stephanie.**

I realize that moving is likely not to change any of this, but I like having the hope, the possibility that re-inventing my life will work.

*I adore my nephew, and I don’t mind babysitting, but I don’t see him otherwise. Partially my fault, but partially not.
**Who I see a lot less now that it’s not a four-hour trip.