
Originally Posted by
austinite
I grew up in a small town in Texas near the Oklahoma border. Very small town. Population was around 45,000. There's probably more cows than humans there. It was a very religious town. Sometimes I wonder if pushing religion on me so much as a child is what steered me away from it all. Anyway, there was no spontaneity. Everything worked like clock work. From going to Church to cutting the grass at a certain time. Week in week out, same thing. When I got into my teens, all I wanted to do was get the heck out of Dodge. So when my parents passed, it was the first thing I did. Hauled my ass out to Houston.
Unlike the locals and the rest of America, I actually loved Houston. Population at the time I believe was just over 2.7 million. I think it was mostly getting away from the strict and structured lifestyle that I had in the small town. I was pretty much in shock for a while. I had never been exposed to such diversity or even places that are open passed 7pm. That was unheard of for me. I adapted pretty well. Quit going to Church, made some friends and made it through High School. Right out of High School I decided I wanted to move to a "cooler" city. Houston was alright, but I had heard enough about Austin and nothing could stop me. So I packed a bag, hopped in my car and off I went.
I was on top of the world when I got here. Population at the time was 350,000. Better highways, cleaner roads and a whole lot better looking broads. Really seemed like a perfect place for me. Partied my ass off for several years and finally called it home. I couldn't imagine living anywhere else. But since then, I've messed around with living in different areas. Los Angeles, Buffalo, Cincinnati (worst experince in my life!) and Tallahassee. All these were short lived. From as little as 4 months up to 2 years, which was LA.
Anyway, in the past 10 years, everyone on earth and their neighbors, too, decided to move to Austin. I can't go anywhere anymore without being stuck in traffic for what seems a lifetime. THis never bothered me in Houston, but I was also a lot younger then. The gym is busy now even at 2am. Just ridiculous. Now, I'm considering moving back to a small town. Not sure that I'd go back to my hometown, but I'm growing to dislike the bigger cities.
I look at my friends that are business owners and notice characteristic differences. My friends from Austin and Houston are very successful, but seem distant. Maybe stressed. But when I talk to the folks that stayed behind in the small town, they seem very relaxed, inviting and happy. That town has about 100,000 people now, and probably 200,000 during the day from neighboring inhabitants that come for work. I would estimate that the successfull (for such a small town and a single store) business owners are probably making about 75 to 100k per year. I can't even imagine how they make it. These folks have 2 cars and 3 to 4 kids, a house and whatever else comes with a family. Women rarely work over there, so it's single income for most.
On the other hand, you have the guys in Austin and houston who gross 350k + per year. Flashy as can be. Massive house that can hold 100 people, $75,000+ vehicles and everything on anyone's wish list. I never made $350k but I did well and was able to live a similar lifestyle to them. I was stressed, however. Never really was happy. Really sucks when I think about it, because I know that lots of folks dream about getting out of that average $50k income or whatever it is today. For the first time in my life, I question what I have always believed. Which is "Money is Everything". Up until a few months ago that was my train of thought. Nothing matters, just money. It makes me happy. I can buy things. I can go places. I can replace old things. The opportunities are endless. All along, I knew deep down inside that all my "things" are temporary happiness. But I never wanted to admit.
I don't know what the future holds for me, but I've committed to the fact that I'll be single for the rest of my life. I absolutely have zero interest in any type of committed relationship. Don't want a wife and I don't want a girlfriend. I'm fine with the random encounters I have with random broads (although my choices couldn't be poorer). So what's left? I can move to a small town and start a business tomorrow. But is that really going to bring some level of contentedness? I'm not sure. Is it worth the risk? I wish I knew. But I do know one thing... I need to make a decision soon.
I have a serious issue with having to work for someone. Maybe it's previous memories of being self employed. Maybe it's experiences I've had with poor leadership. But I'm always wondering why I have this wall that prevents me from even considering working for someone. It might be a good idea until I decide what to do, but it's not easy to overcome. I assure you, this has nothing to do with being humble or an ego. It's just that I know I won't be happy. They key is to do something you love, right? I did. I've been there and I had the job that I absolutely loved with extreme passion. The industry was right up my alley but there was too much personality conflict within. The money just didn't matter anymore. I couldn't sleep, my blood pressure was high and I grew to hate going to work with people that crushed me everyday, in an industry that I loved, mind you.
So that's my dilemma. Risk it and move to a small town? Or bite the bullet and stay in Austin? I can easily get a job in Austin. Not nearly what I was making, but still live good and afford what I have today. Or I can move to a small town, open a business and hope for the best.
Time's almost up. I need to make a decision in the next 30 days or so. I'm really not posting to get opinions, although all are welcome, I just needed to vent a little and ultimately make the call myself.
Well, thanks for listening.