I've flirted with the idea of starting over for a long time. The idea of packing up and moving to a new city intrigues me. Of course now I couldn't do this because my baby is here. Before she was born I thought about it often. Starting over in some random mid size city like Seattle. Spend a few years someplace where nobody knows me. I'd enjoy the challenge, just see if I could be successful. I think it's the part of me that takes after my dad. I tell my lil cousins they should explore the world while they can, live in as many places as you want.
I think about how my career could have fueled this. As a IT contractor there are all kinds of 6 and 12 month contracts all over the world. I could get paid to spend 3 months in Brazil, 6 months in Egypt or a year in Chicago. once the contracts up I come home. Like the military minus the gun shots and heavy uniforms.
One of my older cousins moved to NC, While I couldn't see myself down there he loves it. Claims he's never moving back. One of my other cousins moved to TX, he hates it and wants to come back ASAP... lol The thing is they did it, If I moved and didn't like it it's no big deal I'd just come back. Point is you tried. You come home, regroup and pick a new city.
Anyway enough with the day dreams... Dave's not leaving DC no time soon.