A strange reluctance to leave

Okay, so, Minneapolis hasn’t been the greatest for me. So, why am I so hesitant to leave? Is it the gnawing feeling that I could have done better? The feeling that I never really got to know the place, because I was so profoundly wrapped up in my own little internal dramas? Enh, maybe.

Maybe it’s looking back over the past couple years with a critical eye and thinking of the opportunities missed, the time misspent, they ways I could have done everything better. And the urge to fix it where possible.

Reluctance to start over? Who the hell knows.

I just know I’ve been dragging ass on my way out the door. And here I am lounging in the wake of my packing frenzy. Looking at the few items that I didn’t push into a bag or a box, somewhere and feeling a bit of despair because I won’t be able to cram them all into the suitcase space I have.

I think I need to calm down, chill out. It’ll all be okay. I’ll head up to Chicago tomorrow and get there in the afternoon. It’ll be fine.

9 thoughts on “A strange reluctance to leave”

  1. Start_statement_of_obvious:

    Perfectly natural fear/apprehension of change. Get your ass out the door 🙂

    End_statement_of_obvious.

    Hello from a new reader, by the way. Got to you from

  2. Bigger and better things man!! Besides, I like my new rug. Got it for cheap too! =)

    Oh. And I have no idea who Alan (above) is. *snicker*

  3. For someone who likes moving, this is different! 😛 Although I do understand, change can be quite hard. I even grew a bit attached to Peoria after 4 years – and it was… well notsonice.

  4. Life is funny that way..

    I’ll be in Chicago now and then visiting a friend who staying there for the summer. She’s cool and probably the biggest comic book fiend I know. Maybe we all can grab a beer and be geeky..:)

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