It should come as no surprise that I've been begging Ethel to come back. But what I really mean is that I want to go to her. My soul shrivels up and dies in the winter. I was not made for the tundra. I am not even close to kidding.
When it comes to thinking about a possible move in the spring of 2012 as hubs pursues his PhD, I am totally bipolar in my thinking. When I think about the familiarity of what we have here, and being near family, and the easyness of it all, and the financial stability of it all, I want to stay.
When I see things like this on my iPhone, I want to start packing rightthisverysecond. Who needs familiarity? Who needs money? Family can visit. I need sunshine!
1 year ago