Starting over

I moved into my own place last weekend. It's cozy, but I hope it will only be temporary. It reminds me of my old apartment in NYC - I can hear the sounds of traffic below and the occasional siren (no jackhammers, thank gawd!). It was not a fun transition. I've had relationships that ended because I was moving for my career, or where the reciprocal attraction just wasn't there. This is the first time I could see myself with someone long-term, thinking the feeling was mutual. That person tells you they're "committed", and you live with them for several years thinking the best is yet to come. But it doesn't. When you get down to it, you find their definition of committed does not include marriage, or kids, or even relocating outside a 30 mile radius. So - time to move on! I'm optimistic my knight in shining armor still awaits me, somewhere...