As I’ve been prepping for my move to Charlotte (which happens THIS MONTH! AHH!) I’ve had moments where I feel like I’m insane. I feel like I’m the only person I know who is picking up and moving hundreds of miles away and not looking back. But after some careful Facebook stalking and chats with friends, I’ve realized that I’m actually far from alone when it comes to relocating. In fact, it’s almost as if there’s a great migration going on recently among twenty-somethings. The second wave of relocation is in full force now that we’re no longer recent grads. We got our first jobs and now, two or three years later, we’re getting ready to pick up and move again to job #2 (or maybe 3). Whether that next job is in another part of the state, across the country, or in another country entirely, big changes are in the works. I’ve got a friend headed to London, someone going to teach English in Thailand, friends going to Austin, people going to San Diego, etc.
Any way you slice it, moves are scary. I’ve really been trying to be low-key about this move and remind myself that nothing is permanent, but whenever you head somewhere new you’re in for a bit of a culture shock. You have to get readjusted, and there will be periods of discomfort while this happens. But I’m realizing that with all of the stress and trauma that come with moving also comes a bunch of benefits. The minute you start to feel too comfortable in a place is the minute that you stop truly growing. You know all those cliches about life beginning outside of your comfort zone, etc.? Yeah, they’re true. Sure, you have to deal with getting lost and making new friends and walking into an unfamiliar yoga class alone, but you also then get to see new places, try new restaurants, meet new people, and experience life in another part of the country. You’re automatically expanding your bubble a little bit, which helps you to be more worldly and allows you to have a greater appreciation for life in general. What you sacrifice in comfort, you make up for in experience.
When you move, you gain more perspective, more to write about, more to talk about, and more to base future decisions off of. And then eventually the places that seemed so daunting and overwhelming when you arrived become more familiar, and that quiet, gnawing anxiety starts to disappear. Though I haven’t done it yet, I have to imagine that moving becomes a great milestone and a marker in a person’s life. It’s probably right up there with getting accepted into college, the first day of freshman year, and graduating.
Have you made a major move? How did you prep? Any tips?