The last time I was stable was in college. Fat, unhappy at all-women's Catholic Seton Hill, in Greensburg, Pennsylvania, I applied to transfer, got accepted at several other universities, then settled in and for. Sensing that was the biggest mistake of my life, I ran until recently. I have a hunch my frayed wiring mistook stability for settling for.
But all that is in the past. I have unpacked here in Geezerville, even invested in making a few friends. Freed up from running I am getting plenty of assignments done for clients. That is paying off debt. The sleep disorder I had since 11 years of age is gone. That means I can plan since I won't have to cancel because I haven't slept for days. My new car is still new, at least in terms of mileage, because I am not jumping into my roadster racing away from or toward whatever.
Not that I don't have, well, relocation plans. THE ECONOMIST describes heaven in Ecuador where the cost of health care for us expats is only about $50 a month. The town lets you in if you have passive income of at least $800. Today, I confided to a neighbor my prediction that telecommunications will make us global contract workers and within 4 years I can return to Barcelona, Spain where I worked in a bar on Calle de San Francisco. No, it wouldn't be to the bar. I would continue earning a living how I was now. My neighbor looked at me with new respect. I had unpacked but not settled for. I had options. He asked me if I thought he could also find work in Barcelona.