I have a little secret to tell. Some of you have been following me for years, through several incarnations of my blogs, and have grown to know me and my desire to be nomadic. Well, that has changed…kinda. I’m moving, which probably won’t surprise you. Where I’m headed might.
Florida or Bust
I have always wanted to have my roots in a warm-ish location. I tried Arizona, off and on, for the better part of 6 years. It just didn’t work out there; some things just weren’t right. I loved the heat, but hated the lack of water. So, back and forth from Colorado to Arizona I went, sometimes for a fella, sometimes for a career opportunity, sometimes just because – although I am a native – Colorado doesn’t feel like where I’m supposed to be either. I am at a place now, with my feet firmly planted in the digital nomad world, to be able to live any place I wish. As luck would have it, there’s an affordable place waiting for me in Florida.
As I already said, I want to live somewhere warm with water. There’s another thing happening in Colorado, and that is that – proportional to income – almost nobody can afford to live here without struggling. If you think I’m exaggerating, I’m not. NPR reported a week or so ago that the top four counties that are the most expensive to live in the United States with regard to the income/outgo ratios are Adams,
Arapahoe, Denver, and Weld. And, if you think living in the mountains is cheaper, it’s mostly not. I literally am unable to find a reasonably priced home of my own in Colorado that doesn’t require me finding a roommate or living barely paycheck to paycheck – which is incredibly difficult as a freelance writer.
Roommates are out of the question at this point; I’ve had enough of living with other people full time. I suppose that if I were in love with any of them, I might feel differently, but it’s really difficult to live with others, even people you’ve known since you were small. Personalities clash, tempers flare, horrible things are said, and someone always ends up feeling much smaller than when they moved in. I don’t want that to happen to me ever again, and I don’t want to be that person to anyone else. I know you get it.
The Universe Conspires
It’s the craziest thing, and maybe you’ve noticed this in your life, but when I make a decision to step in the right direction, things just seem to unfold in front of me. I’m not saying there aren’t little hitches and tests along the way, but when a decision is a route that will benefit me, it seems to find a way of happening. That’s the case with my move to Florida. I have said for the past 3 years that I wanted to live there, and until I took the first step and then another, nothing happened.
Then, I rented the apartment and booked the vehicle that’s going to carry me on my week-long adventure across the Gulf Coast, and plant me squarely within spitting distance of the Atlantic Ocean. It’s affordable, and I’ll finally have my own space, after more than a decade of not. I’m ready. I’m ecstatic. I might need a little help.
So there it is. The entire cat is officially out of the bag. I’m headed out to plant roots in one of my favorite places.
Do you live along the Gulf Coast? Let me know, and maybe I’ll be able to stop and say hello!