Commitment has always been a weak spot for me, and I also have wanderlust. I remember an ex-boyfriend telling me that he never worried that I would cheat, but he worried that I would move away and leave him. My track record of putting down roots somewhere… or with anyone is not good.
I’ve lived in Iowa for almost 2 1/2 years now. I have a nice apartment, but I never really made it “homey”, because I figured what’s the point if I move away in a few years? So, I held off on decorating and buying a dresser. I just had my jeans and sweaters in big plastic bins that I moved them in with, figuring it’d be easier that way for when I move again.
I finally ordered a dresser and assembled in over the weekend. This is a big deal for me! This means I took steps towards nesting. I am even thinking about taking it a step further and getting a dining room table and chairs. This is new territory for me… to possibly sprout roots somewhere. It has nothing to do with not liking it here. I actually really like it here, and that’s why I’m gravitating towards staying.
I’m still a little nervous about committing, but why not try something new?
