It kinda goes hand-in-hand with me being so frugal. I'm a saver, not a spender. As alluded to above, I only spend money when it's necessary and I know specifically what I need.
The longest I ever lived in one place, one residence that is, was when I lived at the Double-Deuce & Spruce: from June 2003 through October 2011, a total of 8 years, 5 months. As I wrote that (then took a few minutes, thinking out loud, to be sure of the dates), I said "wow!" It's hard to believe that I lived there for that length of time. The longest that I ever attended one school, one individual educational institution, was my 4 years of college. And the longest that I've ever worked at one job, for one employer, for a consecutive stretch is my current one: since October 2009, thus for 4 years, 8 months until I went out on paternity leave to be with Seva. Although I don't like changes (my friend Evan pointed that out to me years ago), I've had a lifetime of stages or periods until the next change came. I guess that's at least partly why I was so impressed just now at the length of time I lived at the Double-Deuce & Spruce; nothing comes close. Although I can agree with Evan that I don't particularly like change, I know that -- because I'm so accustomed to a new school or a new town or a new home or a new job every 2 or 3 years -- I have an internal clock which gets louder as that existential mile-marker is passed. During that time, the scales slowly begin to tip away from complacency and antipathy towards change and they tip in the direction of shaking things up, doing something new, taking on a challenge, making a move. Busy myself as I often do, once the down time comes, those internal whispers become ever more audible. We have a magnet on our refrigerator which says, "when your heart speaks, take good notes." So it's kinda like that, the voice that comes from my heart gets louder, until I have no choice but to take note. And then the questions become: where to? what next?
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