Life appears to be a cycle, at least to me. Endlessly repeating coincidences and events that lead you right back to where you may have been years before. For me, it seems to revolve around the name Anne. My mother’s middle name is Anne, I’ve had several girlfriends who were either named Anne or Angie, or had the middle name Anne, and my wife’s name is Anne. And now I’m heading back to work in my home town.
Home has always been somewhat of a variable term with me. My parents moved a lot when I was growing up. In fact, I never lived anywhere longer than 5 or 6 years until I dropped out of college. My parents moved at least 6 times after I left home, though they finally seemed to settle down after while. I don’t know if it was mostly my Dad or my mom, I think they were both in professions (ministry and pharmacy) where there weren’t that many jobs in their chosen fields in the small towns they preferred to live in. In that respect, I’m somewhat fortunate, in that there are several places to find IT work within an hour and a half drive of the town I’ve lived in for the last 14 years.
I never thought I would live anywhere for 14 years. My life hasn’t always been stable enough to support that kind of locational longevity. Instead it’s been a collection of 3 or 4 year stays, before moving on to another job, another life, another opportunity. I wonder sometimes if this is why I finally ended up doing contracting, working on a project for a few months before moving on to another assignment. It may be I have some kind of aversion to commitment, but I think it has more to do with getting bored easily, not an unwillingness to sticking with something. After all, I will have been married to my wife fourteen years this year. I think I’ve also not really found something that fit my predilections. The job I accepted will very much be a good fit, as it’s with a small department where everyone does everything rather than just one thing at a time.