This has been a recurring question for Liz and I over the past few years. Both being native to our current location, we wonder what our lives would be like were we to pack up and move to the unfamiliar. Would we find a new adventure just waiting for us to tackle or would we crumble under the weight of home sickness?
First, a flashback…
Ever since I can remember, I’ve been passionate about the big blue sky. From watching the birds soar up a large, rising thermal, to flying my radio control gliders up that very same thermal. From biking up to the top of a mountain and feeling even closer to the clouds, to barreling down that very same mountain, pretending I was flying as I descended.
And not just the sky, but every natural thing under it. From the mountains to the water to the trees and the trails that lead to more beauty, I enjoy God’s wonderful creation as much as I think humanly possible. And with this passion comes the desire to enjoy it year round. And this is one of the downfalls of our current location.
We live in a small to medium sized town in Central Virginia called Charlottesville. Being ranked the #1 place to live the US in 2004 tells you it’s not a bad spot on the map. Home of the University of Virginia, Charlottesville is a wonderful, culture rich college town with everything from historical landmarks like Monticello to the latest chains like Best Buy and Chili’s. C’ville, as it’s called by anyone who’s lived here for more than a few years, has a wonderful balance of a small town feel and a city that’s ‘up-to-code’ with technology and all things 21st century.
The climate is the double edge sword that I was mentioning above. We get all the seasons and for the most part, a nice taste of each. Fall is by far the best time, with the dry sunny weather that sits right around 65 degrees. Long pants and a t-shirt will get you through most Charlottesville Fall afternoons. Oh, and the leaves change and present the landscape with a wide array of beautiful colors that is unmatched by much of the rest of the Country.
But there’s a dark spot in this 4 season scenario. It’s a 3 month time period from February through April where it’s just plain depressing. Many cloudy, rainy days, with temperatures often too warm for snow, yet way too cold for comfort. It’s during this time period that I’m stuck inside and where my cabin fever often gets the best of me.
Why am I telling you all this? I guess I just want to let you know where I’m coming from when I tell you that I long to live in a place with mild, dry, sunny whether, where I can enjoy my big blue sky year round. Where I can rely on bike riding weather from January to December. And my first question to myself is, “Is this even a good reason to move?”
Back to the present…
OK, so now that that’s out of my system let me get to the main point/question. As Liz and I keep coming to the front end of this seemingly tired conversation, we keep asking ourselves, “Are we being held back by our own comfort zones?” “Does living in your home town keep you from pushing the limits because you are constantly met by a comfort that comes from knowing nothing else?”
Liz went to college for a year and a half and therefore lived a few hours from home for a time and I lived in London, England for 7 months in ’99, but we’ve known nothing else. Could we be leaning a little too hard on the crutch of comfort by not wanting to move away from family and friends? Or is this just our better judgment keeping us from making a big mistake?
I’m sorry if you came to this blog today looking for some good advice or some delicious food for thought. This post is more a question mark that has been in the making for the last few years of our lives. So I’m just sharing it with you with great interest in your own personal thoughts and/or experiences with the subject.
So what do you think?
Can our physical location in the world play a big role in our personal growth? Does the climate, community and comfort level have it’s hand in our ability to mature and make our own waves in the World? Let us know your thoughts and help Liz in I as we continue to chew on the question, “To move or not to move?”