Here's where we are: we're both sad at the possibility of leaving California. We're very attached to San Francisco. And, after all, Molly is a California girl! In addition, we've talked about moving to every place under the sun imaginable. Still, no clear picture at this point of what our future holds.
I am everything at this point: frustrated that I don't know yet, sad to leave California, and yet stuck in a rut if I don't go "somewhere new." However, as my wise mother pointed out, I do seem to like everywhere I end up, so I'm not terribly worried. I am, however, ready to burn every cardboard box I own and grow some roots for a change...roots being a big custom closet and a yard for our dog...and maybe dog #2! (Priorities.)
I know that as much as I love California and the idea of getting an old Spanish style home and never seeing snow again, I am sick to death of flying home. There really is nothing worse than cramming into that germ infested sardine can and cramming my poor puppy under the seat for 4+ hours...just to switch planes. I'd give anything to pile into our car and drive home for the holidays. And Lord forbid there's a family emergency...we've gone down that route!
But, am I ready to give up venturing out whenever I want without worrying about how I am going to get groceries to my car without slipping and falling on ice?
Well, you can see how this thought process goes and why I gave up the reins on it a little....
But just as an update, though it is 2010, we're still plugging along cluelessly. The good news? I think we'll win anywhere we go. I seem to have a way of making places my own...and keeping them in special places in my heart.
But, in closing, for your enjoyment, a blurted-out list of every place I can think of we've considered living these past few months:
Washington DC, Vancouver, Toronto, Montreal, England, Germany, Midland MI (nope, not kidding...and not my choice!), LA, San Fran, New York, Boston...
(I feel like Luke Wilson in the AT&T commercial...)
