I ask myself this question quite a bit - where do I belong? I feel like I'm constantly wandering the desert trying to figure this out. Some days I feel like I belong in Africa. Other days, I feel like I belong in Austin. Yet other times, it's either San Diego or Atlanta. A few things I have figured out the past few months: 1) I doubt I'll ever go back to the northeast. After having been out with a couple of New Yorkers; they are too high strung for me. Austin has definitely taught me to slow down and calm down. 2) I don't think I want to own a house. Don't get me wrong, I love my house and it's been a great investment, but I'm tired of doing "house" things. I rather be with people and hang out with people. 3) While I could easily work for the federal government in Atlanta or DC, I'm not sure I'm ready to deal with bureaucracy again.
This trip to San Diego has been rather interesting. I love how friendly everybody is. Austin used to be that way, but I feel that over the eight years I have been there, it's become a bit more vain. And I can't complain about the San Diego weather either. At the same time, I'm not ready to let go. I know I have about a year left to go with my degree, so I don't need to make any rash decisions. I'm hoping God will clarify soon where I belong.
