Starting Over In A New City (Again)

Every 2-3 years I like to completely change my life.

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I’ve moved a lot in my life. In the last 12 years, I’ve moved nine times. Which seems like quite a lot when you think about it.

I’ve moved for school, for jobs and because I’ve had my fair share of terrible landlords. There are two constants in all of these moves: filling up the back of a car or a moving truck and starting over in a new city.

This latest move isn’t any different. We sold our house and moved 16 hours across Ontario to be closer to our families. And because we got new jobs.

While on the face of it this move seems no different than any other I’ve done in my life, it feels substantially more monumental.

Maybe that’s because we had to sell a house as part of this move, during a pandemic no less.

Maybe this move felt different because it feels like more of a homecoming than the start of a new and unknown adventure. It has a certain degree of familiarity to it, even though pretty much everything is new.

Without giving too much away, because, you know, internet safety, we are living in the city where I went to university. So, technically, I’ve lived here before. But, experiencing a city as student is wholly different than experiencing it as an ‘adult’ with a full-time job.

Driving around, some streets and sights seem familiar. Others not so much because the city has continued to grow and expand since I last lived here. I guess that’s to be expected, but it makes for this weird feeling when exploring where you feel sort of at home but sort of not at the same time.

Amongst this period of change that has been unsettling in some respects, there are also a mountain of things to be excited about.

I get to re-discover a city that played a pivotal role in my early adult life and I get to share that with Mr. Tiny Ambitions.

We both have new jobs to get used to, while enjoying the challenges they bring.

Most of all, we get to benefit from being a mere few hours from our families, instead of the 2-day drive or 2-hour flight we had for the last three years.

It is hard to describe how grateful I am to have this opportunity to start over, again. I hope I make the most of it.

There is no real purpose to this post (is there ever a purpose to my writing?) other than to share how it feels to start over in 2020. A lot of people are experiencing similar periods of transition for a variety of reasons. If this is something you’re going through, remember that however you’ve been feeling is completely valid.

Change is hard. And it seems like the only predictable thing about 2020 is the constant change.

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