I feel like I’ve been bumming around the same old place doing the same old things for years and I’m ready for a change. I’ve recently been feeling stuck and I’m convinced that moving to another country will be just the thing to get my life back on track.
- I barely have any responsibilities right now. There’s literally nothing keeping me in NYC. I work remotely, I’m single, and I have no pets or children. I don’t think there will be another time in my life where I’ll be this free. Anything I’m doing right now in New York, I could easily do somewhere else.
- I need a major life reset. I’ve recently gone through a lot of unexpected changes: a breakup, quitting my job, re-assessing my career…I feel kinda lost because I feel like a totally different person going through all of those changes, but here I am, still in the same place. I don’t think I’ll be able to move on unless I get the opportunity to truly start over in the most extreme sense.
- I’m the perfect age to do it. I just turned 28, which means I’m almost at the point where I should have an established career. If I waited until I was 30 to move, then it would probably look (and feel) like I was having an early mid-life crisis. If my life isn’t going the way I want it to now, then I don’t think it’ll be that much better when I’m 30, which is why I should fix it ASAP.
- If I don’t do it now, I’ll never do it. I’m super revved up about moving right now, so that’s probably a huge sign that I should just go for it, right? It’s like I have this huge urge to make a move and I have no idea where I would go—I just know I have to do it and it has to happen now, otherwise I’ll never do it.
- I could be whoever I want to be. Imagine having the opportunity to re-invent yourself. I’m not saying I hate myself, but if I moved to a whole different country, I could change things about myself without worrying about what my friends or family would say. You know when one of your friends do something like going vegan or starting to smoke and you’re like, “Wait, what?” If I moved away, I could really put myself out there in ways I would have never dared to before.
- I feel like I’ve outgrown my friends. When you’re in your late twenties, you look around and see that some of your friends have grown up quite a lot and others are still, well, a bad influence. I just can’t relate to a lot of my friends lately. I emerged from my recent difficulties a changed and significantly more mature person and I just can’t take my friends’ petty gossip and attitudes seriously anymore.
- It would be as if all the BS never happened. The thing that’s really driving my desire to move away is that idea that once I’m on the other side of the world, every crappy thing that has happened to me over the past few years will feel like a distant memory. I’ve been carrying around the trauma of those events, and if I had a chance to start over, I could start acting like it happened in the past instead of feeling kinda like a shell of myself.
- I’m more annoyed by my city than proud of it. I’ve lived in New York for about six years. When I first moved here, it felt romantic and novel. I was proud to be from “the big city” and would walk down the street feeling like a super chic twenty-something, excited about the opportunities the day might bring. Nowadays, my home city is more of a bother than anything.
- I do well with being alone. When I tell people that I’m thinking about moving somewhere else, they all come back with the same thing: “Aren’t you afraid of being lonely?” Not at all. In fact, I thrive when I’m alone, and since I’ve been single for so long, I’ve really grown accustomed to it and actually find the prospect of being in a foreign country all by myself more exciting than scary.
- I would be excited to see how much I grow. I’ve already gone through a lot of changes and therefore have grown as a person, but now that the storm is over, I wanna see how I can put those newly learned lessons into action. If I grew this much from a few little changes, imagine how much I’ll grow if I made one huge change in my life.
