I know I have written it before, but the crap-ass weather and the lack of sunshine is wearing me down. A few days of neglecting my magic light left me a weepy mess for no good reason. Eff you, Midwestern Winters. Eff You.
Last week, as part of my winter crazy, I once again tried to convince Mr. A that he should try to go overseas for his next job. I fantasized about it (and cajolled poor Mr. A endlessly. Mr. A, gotta love him, let me live in my delusional world for a week before he gently reminded me that the last time he tried to make me move out of my beloved picture-perfect suburb I totally flipped out on him and cried for weeks months. He also reminded me that I really love it here eight months of the year and one of those months is just around the corner.
I *do* want to stay in our town. I really do love it. One of the problems (in addition to the grinding grey winter days) is the plan for the next house to be THE house. The house we grow old in. The house we live in for the next FORTY years.
Need I mention that I am a mere 34 years old? 5 years is the longest I have ever lived in any single house in my entire life. The house I wanted 5 years ago is certainly not the house I want now. What if I want something completely different in five years?
Hello, fear of committment!
Additionally, I haven’t seen any houses that are The House or even a Possible House that are anywhere near the price range we can afford.
“What if we can’t afford THE HOUSE for years and years!” my subconscious nags.
(Adding to to that worry is my annoyance that our rental house is small. Very Small. It turns out that small places feel cluttered much more quickly. Who knew? And the living room is painted BROWN. Our furniture is BROWN. I am completely BROWNED OUT.)
My damn subconscious is also reminding me there IS a house I like that costs about 100K more than I can spend right now. It needs about another 100K of work to make it The House. Even the casual observer can put 2 and 2 together and deduce that obviously that house isn’t The House, but tell that to my damn greedy subconsious that keeps renovating and decorating it behind my back.
I need it to be spring, damn it. Winter is quite literally driving me crazy.
Can you guys drive down to Florida or something for awhile? It’ll be harder once the kids are in school…
We’re supposed to get snow again on Tuesday. And I can say that to you because you don’t live anywhere near us… otherwise I’d be afraid that you’d kill me.
I also live a dark, dreary wintery part of the world and come this time of year, every year, I want change!! I want a new house, a new car, a new something or other… just change really, as I’m going stir crazy! DH handles it pretty well and prays he can get me through those few weeks without any major life changes! I guess as long as I don’t want a new husband, he’ll be okay!!lol
I am so with you right now. We got lucky and the sun came out this week; it made all the difference in the world.
I hopethe sun shines for you soon!
Alas that you can’t spend February on the road.
I hope March is helping! (Although I am already holding my breath for the kick in the ass that is daylight saving’s time — man do I hate what the spring-ahead does to my body clock.)
At least you’re not in baby jail! Wish you were closer so we could go crazy together! I guess this is why it’s IMPERATIVE that we go on vacation next year in the winter.