In the Battlestar Galactica series finale, Kara Thrace enters the coordinates into the jump drive to an unknown location – coordinates she knew in her head all along:
Some readers of this here blog have added up the clues from my DC Cribs series and have figured it out: I’m moving again, but this time out of DC. There will be no 12th home in Washington, DC – the next jump is to Portland, Oregon.
While I annually ponder a move when the hot months of summer hit the city, I made the decision about a month ago before the latest heat wave hit. I won’t get too deep into why – there are many reasons but the biggest one is that when I did the math I realized how long I’ve been here. 16 years is a good run, but it’s time to shake things up a bit.
Like Madonna said in the song Jump:
“There’s only so much you can learn in one place.
The more that I wait, the more time that I waste.
I haven’t got much time to waste, it’s time to make my way.
I’m not afraid of what I’ll face but I’m afraid to stay.
I’m going down my own road and I can make it alone.
I’ll work and I’ll fight ’til I find a place of my own.
Are you ready to jump, get ready to jump, don’t ever look back…”
I got my advanced degree here and put a lot of good work experience under my belt. I don’t have a job lined up there but now I got the skillz to make it on my own. The last time I lived in Portland in 1995 I was fresh out of undergrad and flailing wildly for a job and a place there. This time should be much easier. I’ve been saving up some cash for this and have enough to live easy for a bit. And I have friends there to crash with temporarily when I arrive. My oldest brother still lives there as well.
Making the decision was hard, but I’ve felt better about it every day. I hate to sound corny but it’s the first big decision like this I’ve made entirely myself without pressing external factors egging me on, and it’s very empowering.
I think I’ve been spinning my wheels for years here and haven’t gone anywhere for a while. Call it a mid-life crisis if you want, but everyone has one and mine has ripened.
To continue the corny theme, it was some words from the Dr. Seuss-inspired video “Oh, the Places You’ll Go (at Burning Man)” that struck me last year. Take note at minute 3:08 about “The Waiting Place”:
“The Waiting Place…
…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or the waiting around for a Yes or No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.”
I’ve been at The Waiting Place long enough and I’m ready to jump.