Save a place, I'll be there

I'm really starting to feel stifled and ready to move on. Unfortunately, my financial situation (and lease) mean I am going to be stuck in this place until at least June. I'd been feeling somewhat restless and ready to shake the vineyard dust from my feet, but it was just a vague sense in the back of my mind. When it was time to leave New York (and time to head off for New York), it took months to build — almost a year, even. So I figured I'd be content with this place for a bit longer.

Nope, my gut says. Time to go now! Well, it's going to have to wait until I line up a job, sell off some of my crap, and figure out what's going on — and all of that will need to wait until after Christmas, because of the aforementioned lease.

I'm looking at New Mexico — I had planned to move to Arizona, because that's where my teaching certification was going to be good for, but since I withdrew from the teaching program, I'm not tied to Arizona anymore.

I've wanted to live in New Mexico since Gram and I drove through the state when I was in seventh grade, though. Specifically, I kind of fell in love with Santa Fe and Gallup — Gallup being smaller than my current town of residence, though, I think I would prefer Santa Fe.

So what to do until it's time to go? Well, I can start getting a feel for the area. I can start slowly getting rid of all of the crap I have accumulated in the past couple of years. I can start researching companies out there and keep an eye on who is hiring and what jobs are most plentiful. I can figure out what the transportation situation is like, and if it's as lame as here, start working on some sort of moving vehicle license. And then, when January rolls around, I can start sending out my resume for places to keep "on file" in case something opens up.

And hope my itchy feet stay quiet for a little while longer so I don't go crazy.