We went to Herm's Inn. A local place, hidden nestled in "the island"--a neighborhood where the river runs up one side and down the other. It's tucked against the base of the mountain and only open for breakfast and lunch.
While eating, we talked about the magic of the move. Not just our recent move, but all moves. He enjoys discovering new places. He likes to find the gems and enjoy new environments. He likes to hunt down the local flavor, like Herm's, and experience new things. In short, he enjoys the adventure. He likes moving.
I, on the other hand, hate to move. While I like to experience all the new places, I don't want to be unsettled. Anxiety and worry flood in and drown any sense of adventure I might have. When we moved here, I did pretty much everything. When our moving plans fell through, I made other plans. When we got here, I found us a place to live. I looked at houses, dealt with the realtor and mortgage broker, I do our budget. All of the business of moving is mine and while it helps with my anxiety, it also hurts it.
But, I have to admit. I wanted to leave Texas as much as he did. I wanted to find greener pastures. I wanted to experience something new. I just wanted it to be permanent, which is ridiculous. Nothing is forever. Not even this. It has made me think, though, about all of the places I want to go since we've gotten here but haven't been able to get around to, so, I've made a local bucket list page for this blog. Maybe that way I'll be more motivated to take the adventure by the horns and enjoy it, rather than worrying about when this leg of the journey will end--a constant and unyielding problem for me.
It's time to start enjoying it, to take a page from Matt's book. He enjoys the adventure, maybe I should try it. It seems like he's having so much more fun than am I.
