After we came back from vacation, I wrote about how we have been trying to decide whether to move. As time goes by, I've become more gung-ho about wanting out (thanks in a small part by the post below, which happened to Mr. ABC123, not to me). It just seems to me like the tenuous ties that held us here in the first place are slowly dissolving. After June, I can find a different job. He's done with school, so we don't have to stay for that. None of our close friends are here (although friends move, so you can't base your decision on that anyway). I just tend to feel like perhaps the reason Mr. ABC123 has not found another job here is because we're not meant to be here anymore. I know it's a harder decision for him to come to and it is a big decision.
Am I saying that I want to pick up and move anywhere, as long as it's not here? No. Moving is scary, especially if it's going to be to a new place. However, I'm just not so sure about staying here anymore. Maybe if he found a different job, it wouldn't be so bad because it would feel like we'd be productive again. But right now, I just am not sure what the point is of us being here anymore.
Well, I guess I'm supposed to be learning patience in all kinds of stuff, huh?
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