Quickie Post
Can’t write too much, as I’m running late.Been thinking a lot about the move — it is officially decided, just a matter of coming up with the finances for it and we’ll be on our way. I’m excited, though I admit it’s a little depressing as well: I don’t feel like we’re just giving up — we’ve put up a good fight since we’ve been out here — but I feel like things could’ve worked out a little differently and we’d be a hell of a lot happier now. Anyways…
I like planning stuff, and this trip’ll be fun. Of course, I’m sure I’ll drive Patti crazy with it within the next couple of weeks, but for now it’s neat to talk about saving money, how far a drive it is, where we’ll stay (on the road and when we get there).
I know Patti feels the same way about it; we’ve done a lot of talking, and we both know it’s best for us to go back home, but neither of us are terribly thrilled with leaving. We came up with a good analogy that suits us both on this: it’s like having an sick dog, one that you just love to death but you know you got to have them put to sleep because there’s no way in hell you could ever afford the vet bill to fix them. You don’t want to do it, but you know it’s for the best. You know you’ll miss them, but you know it’s not worth it to try and stick it out, and you know you can’t make things better any other way without investing a lot more resources than you could possibly have.
Okay, it sounded a lot better when she and I were discussing it the other night, and this doesn’t sound quite right anymore, but you get the gist of it, right? (Scary thing is, that Chloe — our beagle — has been a little under the weather since we made that analogy. Maybe I should come up with something a little happier…)
Anyways, I gotta go smoke.
