As I look back on the places I've lived, I often wonder which ones I should have stayed in. Since I've lived in so many, and since I killed so many brain cells from the ages of 18 - 21, I'll concentrate on those places from my 21st year to the present.
*Three weeks after turning 21, I went into the U.S. Air Force. 6 lovely weeks in San Antonio, Texas. Unfortunately, I only got to see San Antonio for a few short, sweet hours when we were given a town pass in our 6th week. A buddy and I went downtown, looked at the Alamo, and then went to the Tower of the Americas. After eating military chow for 5 weeks, we wanted steaks. We figured the rotating restaurant on top should have good ones. We splurged and we enjoyed it. Though not enough time to truly investigate the advantages of San Antonio, I might return someday to look deeper. But with a nice glass of red wine to go with the steak this time.
*After Basic Training, next was electronic training at Keesler AFB in Biloxi, Mississippi. Six months and I loved it. Experienced my first hurricane, Elena. My first Gulf seafood. One of my favorite restaurants, Mary Mahoney's. Came really close to moving there after leaving Macaroni Grill. Only problem was, two days before my interview at a casino restaurant, Hurricane Katrina happened. Plan B.
*From electronic training, my next post was in Germany. And I had the perfect job. Travel all over Europe to install all the new electronics being installed. Travels included all of Germany, Turkey, Sicily, England for Uncle Sam. On my own visited Paris, Denmark, Amsterdam, and more. I could live in all (except Turkey...remembering the Turkey Trots is not fun) if not for how expensive they all are now. In the early 80's, the dollar was King, now not so much.
*Coming back from Germany, I went back to Biloxi. Not how I remembered it. Moved to Michigan after discharge (Honorable, of course).
*I lived in Michigan for 16 years. The longest I've ever lived in one place EVER. I made good friends, enjoyed life, and planned on staying there for a good long time. Then came the offer to move for my career with Macaroni Grill. Maybe get the chance to be a GM at a new store on the Gulf Coast. I loved the Gulf Coast from my Air Force days. Great weather, great beaches, no snow, good money, no snow, close to my Dad, no snow.
*Sent to South Florida after a detour through Long Island (Ugh!), Massachusetts (SNOW), Chattanooga (just OK), South Florida (assholes).
*Moved to Pensacola on my own. Lucked into a job I like and excell in. Don't know if this is forever, but I do know I'd have to find the perfect opportunity to make me move. Today was January 6th and it was sunny and 70 degrees. I live in a cute little house 2 blocks from the water. I'm 1.37 miles to work and 2.4 to my dad's. It's not perfect, but what is?
I've moved many times seeking the perfect place. I don't think the perfect place exists. But that doesn't mean I won't keep that option open.