Our generational meme was to be totally mobile in the physical, not wireless, sense. We weren't going to dare attach to anything that didn't fit into a VW bug.
Then, one day we found the deep satisfaction of settling in. We bought houses, appliances and just the right sofa. We turned down promotions to continue to enjoy our little universe. Everything was in place and all was good.
But, with so much change, both professionally and personally, we might bump into the reality that this entity we call "home" isn't home any more. It isn't providing what we creatures need, not in access to professional opportunities, not in ability to mingle with kindred spirits.
That has happened to me. However, I didn't realize what the whole enchilada was until former college classmate Irene Nunn told me. What I had lost was my sense of home. Without it I felt lost. Un-moored. Staring into the abyss. For 10 years I had built a business and a life in this patch of Connecticut. Now I had to unsettle.
Perhaps our generation should have stuck with the mindset of not settling in. If we are determined to keep working and to bring stimulating, caring people into our lives, then we have to be open to pulling up roots. The smart thing is not to plant them too deeply, not in a digital era. In many way, a digitalized economy is the second counterculture. To navigate it, we have to hang loose.