Seven Year Itch

It just occurred to me that it was seven years ago when I got restless enough to indulge my itchy feet and move back to the Boston area. It was a seed planted in my brain a few months earlier by the fact I had come home from London and managed to not leave Worcester County once in a year. Yeah, that’s never any good. I’m all about finding a solid sense of roots… but never bothering to venture outside one’s comfortable world is condemning self to a small brain.

It’s amazing how a decision invites the universe to make so many elements collide. I ended up losing my job right after I made the agreement to move into my new amazing Washington Park apartment. But, I wasn’t discouraged. It meant that I was supposed to leave all that behind.

And I did… sort of. One thing I never left behind in Central MA was my friends. Indeed, for that first year, I think I saw my friends more when I lived further away than I did when I lived in their neck of the woods. But… life changed again… I found Eastern Point and eventually a new vacuum in another community of thespians and musicians.

Maybe I invite the earthquakes that happen to my equilibrium. I don’t like the complacency one acquires when partaking in a habit or a group… just because it’s easy. Or safe. Life, to me, is about constantly learning and opening my mind to new possibility. And when the routine starts closing my mind or dumbing it with inertia… then it is time to go.

So… I am in a quandary right now. I am starting to feel the inertia of my Boston life. There is so much I love about being here, one of the smartest cities in the country. Obviously there is a lot of matter to push the limits of my imagination. But… I don’t see my place in it any longer. Indeed, I am starting to feel the pull back to Worcester.

Oh Worcester. It has grown a lot in the past seven years. I see how I have grown in the past seven years and think… there is a potential for good chemistry of opportunity. Or is it… just that the grass is always greener on the other side of 495? 

I’ve been debating this question for some time now. At least a year. And much though I love thinking about things… eventually there comes a time for action, for letting things go and moving on.

But is it moving on… moving forward to go back? 

Woo town or Bean town?