The further away I get from Texas (time-wise), the less sure I am about looking for work there, the more I realize that I’ve never been sure about it to begin with. While I was there, a friend of a friend asked if I was planning on moving there. “All of Sharon and Jon’s friends move to Austin,” she told me. I told her, more or less honestly, that I probably wasn’t. Just visiting. Getting back here to the cold of Pennsylvania, I wasn’t so sure about that. Now I’m not so sure about not being so sure. But I need to move. And if it’s not Austin (about which I doubt I’ll ever be sure), and it’s not New York (where the jobs I want are in a place I don’t want to work), then where?

This shouldn’t be mistaken for crippling indecision. I’m still job-hunting. I’m still submitting my resume. And I still very much want to leave Pennsylvania. I’m just starting to wonder if I’ll ever figure out where it is I want to go.