I’m getting antsy. I’m getting an urge to move.
I often get the urge to move away from Edmonton. I’ve never acted upon it, obviously, but it hits me from time to time.
Maybe it’s the recent cold snap. Maybe I just want to be somewhere that isn’t here, right now. But, then, I find myself contemplating the Yukon again. Surely, the cold isn’t the issue.
Now is not the right time to move.
Sara and I are getting married in the summer. We’re contemplating buying a new house. We’ve laid down roots in Edmonton. Mine may be mostly by chance of being born here, but they run deep. And Sara has spent the past 4 and a half years establishing herself in a new city.
Now is not the right time to move.
But, yes, I want to move away. Part of it, I think, is because we’re getting married.
Both of my parents are from away. They moved out here for different (though very similar) reasons, built a life, got married, and are now working toward a hopefully relaxed retirement and old age. The thing that is key, for me, is that they moved far away from home and established a new life.
I feel like I should do the same. Sara and I are getting married and, because of my parents’ life story, I feel like the thing to do is to move far away and build a new life as a married couple.
We’ve talked about this, Sara and I, and for all kinds of practical reasons, now is not the right time to move. But I can’t help but think that if it isn’t now, it’ll never happen.
I’m going to die in this city. I’m not sure I’m ready to accept that yet, but it’s probably the truth. I was born here, I was raised here, I will make a life here, and I will die here.
Now is not the right time to move and I am going to die in this city.