Sunday, January 04, 2009

finding my happy place

Saturday I drove out of Dallas with the morning sun in the rearview. I listened to Our Love to Admire by Interpol for the first hour out of town. My favorite music is always a comfort to me as I think of the future. What am I considering doing? I've yearned to leave Dallas and be Elsewhere. How will life change? How will I change?

Then I popped in Coldplay's Viva la Vida, which I just purchased recently but hadn't really listened to, other than the delectable earworm that's popped up all over the place. Songs opened with full gospel organ to plodding beats, Chinese dulcimer strings sprang blossoms of sound which seemed to pulse in time with a flurry of birds over the road ahead, wings flashing as the flock contracted, expanded, then turned of one mind. A train of coal cars passed with their loads piled in impossibly symmetrical forms. Dry native grasses swayed in the wind, their stalks ranging from gold to rusty pinks, looking like velour in the sunlight under a cloudless sky. Funny how pretty something so banal can be if you take a moment to really look at it.

I've found a job listing in another city in Texas, but in the same industry. I'm pulling my C.V. together and applying this week. The administration in the company I'm applying with is a slow, plodding thing, so I expect if I get an interview, it'll be more than a month away, and if I should land the job, then that'd be as much as 2 or 3 months away. I've been to that city before and liked it and the surrounding areas, so I moseyed out to check it out more closely yesterday.

Moving from Town in this information-saturated age is a different prospect than 20 or even 10 years ago. I maintain a few close friendships, but I can do so as easily from another town. I don't see my friends every day, so no reason why I can't just make the effort to drive a few hours to see them every so often anyhoo. With a phone call or the click of a mouse, I can have pretty much any exotic product I could wish for delivered to my door in relatively short order. All things being equal, the charm of being in a big burgh is pale compared to that of a place where I could feel safer in my own home and not be wakened by the sound of expressway traffic at 4 AM.

I found a charming town of which I'm exceedingly fond. I scheduled an appointment to see a house, and a little corgi marched resolutely up to greet me as I waited for the realtor to arrive. I looked around and saw lots of nice trees, and some of the houses had that adorable Swiss Miss edging along the rooflines. Very cute. It turned out the nice older gentleman realtor was the builder of the houses in that neighborhood in the 60s. I met some more lovely folks who live on the street, and I really like the the neighborhood. It's quiet with nice families and perhaps they wouldn't mind having an eccentric artistic type living on the street?

Drove around the area, found the workplace, found Hobby Lobby and Michaels and even a flea market/thrift store (get thee behind me) that wants serious mining, considering my heart raced as I gazed upon it. (More crap! I need more crap!)

Anyway. Dallas is a lovely city in many ways. Fantastic shopping abounds, and there are so many great restaurants and galleries in town. Lots of fantastic live music may be heard here, and that's always been a big deal to me, but I find it's less satisfying than it once was. If I move, and there's a show I really want to see, I can always come back to the area and attend the show with Holly and spend the night with her. I can always just buy the CD anyhoo, right?

Living here has been wonderful to me in so many ways, but it's time for something different. I don't expect ever to live here again. This has been sweet, but my life is not about being in this place. Hang on tightly; let go lightly.

This is all very chicken-counting and early days, of course, but if things do move forward, they will do so at avalanche pace, and for once in my life, I'm preparing for possibilities, instead of procastinating and crossing my fingers. If I don't get the job I really want, I'll keep trying until I land one that works for me, and I'll be certain the job I landed was the one I was meant to have. After all, I'm working to live, and not living to work.


alan said...

Heh. You almost make Dallas seem like a nice place to live.

But I'm still glad I only live nearby and not actually IN Dallas. :)

Don't forget: Blog meet before you move!

Rocket Girl said...

I am so happy for you. You are welcome to stay with me anytime you are in town. :)

I am free to have lunch or dinner before I start student teaching later this month.

Buck said...

With a phone call or the click of a mouse, I can have pretty much any exotic product I could wish for delivered to my door in relatively short order.

Except for dinner. But I agree with the thrust of this post, Phlegmmy. I find rural living agrees with me in my dotage, much more so than city living would. Cue up the Green Acres theme...

schnoobie said...

WELL... the hob lob and michaels locales are a requirement..( maybe some dirt to dig in?),and of course Zappos will ship anywhere....
I think the eccentric artist type should be a requirement per street/ block radius...wouldn't life be just that more interesting for all????? Sounds like a great plan..can't wait to follow you on this adventure.(So fine in 09) Best of luck Phlemmy!

aepilot_jim said...

Good luck with the job search. Don't forget to blog it. See ya later this month.


Bridget Jones said...

Wow you and WC are brave women. But if it's time to go, it's time and you know it. Alan's right, please blog before you go.

And thank you a zillion times for that lovely bracelent. It's fantastic and I"m proud to wear it--it's gorgeous!!!!! And it wasn't late, it stretched the celebrating out.


Christina LMT said...

Buck, you scare me. I read this post of Phlegmmy's this morning, before heading into work. I thought about it throughout the day, and the theme from "Green Acres" would run through my head!
I guess what they say about great minds is true...;)

Christina LMT said...

Phlegmmy, I wish I could follow you, toute de suite.

I'm stuck here in Vegas for the time being.


Becky said...

Where are you thinking of going? I wish you luck and hope that everything works out for you!

JPG said...

“This is all very chicken-counting and early days, of course, but . . . . “
Ah. I suspicion that is somewhat akin to, “Pre-emergent poultry enumeration,” yes?

A New Year’s wish for you: May you find what you seek in that town, that job, that - - - whatever.


Miz Minka said...

Good luck with everything, Phlegmmy!!! Hope the changes are everything you wish for.

Zelda said...

This move (if it happens) wouldn't be closer to me, would it? Because that would really be cool.

phlegmfatale said...

alan - Dallas can be nice in small doses. I think I've had a bit too much.

Rocket Girl - I'm so proud of you going back to school and daring to ask for the kind of career you wanted. You totally deserve it. ANd yes, I will come and see you. :)

Buck - Now I'll be singing Green Acres for days! :P

schnoob - it's gonna be fab. :)

aepilot_jim - well, I'll blog in drips and drabs, but... I confess i have some anxiety about interviewing. It's been about 14 years since I interviewed for anything, so I don't know how I'll do under those circumstances these days...

Bridget - Oh, I won't give up me blog. I'll just be blogging from Elsewhere. :) SO happy you liked the bracelet. Relieved, even.

Christina - Green Acres is quite the earworm. You know, C, you can go anywhere you want to go. No one is stopping you but yourself.

Becky - Elsewhere in Texas. Not terribly far, but not terribly close to Dallas, either.

Thank you, JPG, and may this year bless you, as well.

Miz Minka - Thanks! I think it'll be just what the doctor ordered.

Zelda - hmmm, no, not in that direction. It would be great if we were neighbors, though.

Zelda said...

Oh that's turrible. :-(