For the past week, I’ve been acclimating myself to the idea of living in Houston for up to 2 years. But lately I’ve started to think that I would be stalling my life.
For one thing, I wouldn’t be doing something directly related to what I want to pursue. For another thing, living in the same place where I grew up feels a lot like arrested development.
I find myself stuck in high school mode. I don’t feel as empowered to be me. I feel held-back by being around people who haven’t known me for the past 5 years. This is no one’s fault; it comes out of falling into old roles and patterns.
If I’m going to stay here, I need to make my own set of friends. It’s always hard to do that, but I do plan to take some dance classes (salsa, tango, and/or flamenco), join a Spanish-speaking group, and do some type of sport (unsure if it’ll be soccer or rock-climbing). Hopefully I can meet people that way.
I’m sorry my posts recently have been entirely self-consumed. I have had some really interesting things go on this week but they’re too personal to mention, so I’ve come off as lame. I promise to do some philosophizing soon.
I must say that I did a hell of a lot more thinking in Spain. Either I’m watching too much TV or have way less things to think about.