Adapt

Segovia, Spain
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Can one tire of a pleasant life? Would someone eventually get bored of pleasant weather, pleasant people, pleasant food, a pleasant home, and pleasant work? Would one eventually run screaming into the streets, "SOMETHING BAD NEEDS TO HAPPEN OR I'M GOING TO LOSE IT."

I kind of want to find out.

Segovia was my favorite place to visit in Spain. It was cold, quiet, breezy, sunny, amazingly clean, and absolutely beautiful. The term "quaint mountain town" describes Segovia perfectly. Immaculate cobblestone streets (with the exception of the small Roma boy dumping out a cup of milk and then peeing on it), adorable architecture, the aqueduct!, brisk weather, and well-preserved historical sites. Love. I could live there quite well: a job that's not too taxing, a cozy home, friendly neighbors, and an uneventful life, I'd take them all, and I don't think I'd ever get bored of it.

You see, I'm bored all the time now. Yes, yes, how can I be bored in New York City. Trust me, it's easy. When everything is screaming at you to COME HERE DO THIS HAVE A GOOD TIME MEET NEW PEOPLE HAVE EXPERIENCES SPEND YOUR MONEY, a homebody and miser like me, who prefers to sit on the couch and read, can get bored quickly. New York is nothing but soap bubbles sparkling in the sun. They're delightful to look at, but the second you try to grab ahold of one, it's gone, and then you're chasing the next pretty soap bubble.

I like some things about this place, but I'm bored of going to work and eating and coming home and eating and going to sleep and waking up and going to work and eating and coming home and eating and going to sleep and waking up. Bored.

It took me some time to readjust to the rhythm of New York after Spain. I didn't answer emails, I didn't return phone calls. I barely made it to work most days (or did much while I was there). I feel as though I'm back on track, but it took me some time to adapt (again). I'm good at being flexible, but I'm getting tired of it. And leaving New York and coming back to it takes ever so much adapting for me. (Maybe the trick to loving it here is to never leave.)

I have a few more adventures ahead of me, and quite a bit more adaptation (Hello, Korea!). But after that, I want to stay in one place, possibly forever. I'm tired of moving around, packing everything up yet again, adjusting to new sounds and smells, finding my way in a new spot. I'm ready to just stay put. I'm ready to build my nest, even if it's just me and a dog or two in it. I'm ready to find my Segovia.