It’s seven weeks today until the move. What we started planning for in terms of maybe 1-2 years, then cut down to six months, has now collapsed to less than 2 months. If we’re counting in days, you’d say there’s 50 days to go.
We’ve moved before, of course. But unless you consider my original move from Parkes to Newcastle for University, neither of us have ever moved more than maybe 100km in one hop. Around Newcastle and the Central Coast has been it. This move is one of around 1000km by road, or 750km by Scruff/as the crow flies. That’s a big difference.
This move is significant for multiple reasons; we’re changing state – for some that’d be enough to be classified as significant, but it’s just the barest tip of the iceberg. It’ll be the furthest Darren has lived from his family, but not much of a change for me on that front. No, this is a deep and fundamentally important move.
We were in a comfort zone on the central coast, but if there’s not enough stimulation then a comfort zone becomes a rut; once you’ve realised that, you have either two choices – to continue life as is and hope that retirement changes things, or actually pick up and move on.
We decided that picking up and moving on was the approach to take. Our close friends understand and appreciate this – they understand that our decision to move away isn’t a judgement on them, but a restoration for us.
And it is a restoration. I have a younger friend – he’s only 20, and last week he said to me:
I know what I want to be when I grow up
I joke a lot, and made a comic reference to my dream as a kid of growing up and becoming a mad scientist to take over the world. Then he floored me with his goal:
He shamed me. He still has that energy and drive I used to have, but somehow lost years ago. Hell, sometimes it feels like I lost it centuries ago. I grew old within myself before I should have.
It was a pointed and perfect summary though of what I’m looking for out of the move. I want that energy back. It’s a daily rut that robs you of that energy. I see it happens to people for two key types of reasons – you’re in a rut because you start to live to work, rather than working to live, or … well, the other reason is a more complex one involving a false sense of entitlement, immaturity and a belief the world owes you a living.
There’s a lot of different reasons I can give as to why the move will be important, but they’re actually all means to the end, not the end itself. And they’re fabulous means – amazing new friends, immersing ourselves in a community, and diving into culture. But the end, the goal is simple and profound: the move is about restoring our energy.
You see, our move isn’t about the people we know, or the work we do, or anything external to us at all. It’s all about us. It really is. Yet there’s not an ounce of selfishness in what we’re doing; it’s much deeper than that. We’re healing our minds.
What better reason could you have for moving?