I am currently on a road trip from Colorado to Maryland, helping relocate my mom to the East Coast. Tonight we arrived in Ohio.
A little over 10 years ago I lived here and attended The Ohio State University. It was the season of my first long, serious, relationship; the first season of being independent and free, far from home. It was also a time where I made some pretty terrible decisions and bailed on a lease, roommates and friends in a hasty move back to Colorado. Those bad decisions have haunted my conscience from time to time.
Driving through I have remembered the past and wondered what would happen if I were to run into anyone I knew back then at some random rest stop or restaurant.
The other part of this that has struck me is that the reason I am here is because my parents are starting over.
Just about a month ago they lost a home they owned to the Waldo Canyon Wildfire as it struck Colorado Springs, CO. Because of job placements, Maryland quickly became their option for resettling. I don’t think they could have imagined that at this point in their lives they would be renting a small apartment and buying IKEA furniture like newlyweds.
Coming back to this blog, reminiscing and helping my parents with this move has made me think, “Where do I want to me another 10 years from now?”
I would be 40 going on 41…Wow.
I don’t often look that far into the future. The truth is, I don’t know. There are a few things I would like to do for sure in the next 10 years:
- Finish my degree – Something that has been on my list for the last 10 years, too.
- Find in myself the ability to feel steady and at peace.
- Write something lengthy and wonderful, even if nobody reads it.
As I settle into a “vintage” room in a hotel they could film a 70s movie in, I reminisce and admit that I have lived a damn charmed life. May the next 10 be even more charming.
How often do you think about life 10 years from now? Do you have a picture, a goal or just an openness to whatever comes?