Is the Grass Really Greener, Somewhere Else?

What if your happiness is that green you see outside of the borders you’ve set for yourself?

There’s that old saying, “the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.” Pundits say it isn’t true, that you should look inside of your own fence for your happiness.

Recently, I’ve been discussing this with an old friend. She isn’t one of my close friends, but ironically, she is someone who I traveled the green countryside of England, Ireland, Scotland, and Wales with, when we were high school freshman. You may be wondering why I chose her to speak with on this kind of subject? The truth is, she also suffers from an itch to change-up her locale. The difference between her and I? She gave in to her cravings a whole lot earlier in life, and she’s never been happier. I envy her.

So, right now, I am in the midst of deciding what my proverbial “next move” is going to be. Which leads to my next question. How do you decide where you want you life to happen?

Depending on where you are in your life (single, coupled, married, have a family), your list of preferences and details for this conundrum is going to variate. Good schools? Great family atmosphere? Parks? Bars? Restaurants? Nightlife? Shopping? Educational Opportunities? Employment Opportunities?

What is it that would make someplace your dream residence?

I’ve always been extremely close to the members of my family – like Everybody Loves Raymond kind of close. In college, I thought it would be fun to move away for a while, and it was. To be on my own, to have my own life, and to have nobody to answer to, was fun…for a bit. But, I was young, and my priorities have since changed.

Realizing that as a single, non-independently wealthy person in the city of Boston, means that I’m going to have a very difficult time owning more than a condo, is especially hard for me. My parents have been married for 35 years. I grew up in a turn of the (20th) century Victorian home, with huge rooms and even larger windows. Unless I score a job where I’m making close to $125K, I will never be able to score a loan to own something like it. Which depresses me. However, on the other hand…

My wanderlust kicks in, and I realize that if I simply relocate South, to an area that includes some of my “must haves,” I could own not only a home, but a significantly sized plot of land. Wouldn’t that be fun? Maybe. I’d definitely need to hire a landscaper. (I am getting way ahead of myself.)

Now, granted, I love Boston. I’ve been here all of my life, but there is something to be said for other cities and metropolitan areas, where it is not impossible to own a home on a 1/4 acre, for less than $300K. Can you imagine? There aren’t even any remotely suitable condo’s in Boston for less than like $235K.

So, maybe, a serious case of wanderlust is what I needed to make my decision, to see if my grass can be green anywhere. I certainly hope so…

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