Your home is...
I guess you don't realize how much you think of a place as 'home' until you are faced with the possibility of moving.
Ever since I was little I have longed to move.
I wanted to travel and see the world.
Even my home when I was growing up didn't feel like home...Not really.
I have spent the last 11 years of my life here (or pretty much here except for an 11 month abberation of a move to north carolina.)
I love Colorado.
I love it more than 100,000 dollars a year.
I love it more than new adventures.
My husband has been a security guard by choice for a few years now.
he makes 13 dollars an hour.
I always said I would consider a move if he got a good, high paying job where he didn't have to deploy.
Well, someone smack me.
He has been offered a chance at a job with someone I can't talk about.
It's oodles of money.
It's oodles of security.
I feel like I have a brick in my stomach.
I don't want a 3000 square foot house with a swimming pool with some sort of timer thingie that cleans it...
After all, When I am 70 am I going to care we have a pool room?
I am going to be grumbling going up and down all those stairs and wondering what possessed me.
We would be near washington dc.
and what not.
I am sure it's beautiful, the people friendly and the schools divine.
But my home is here with my great neighbors, the sunshine and the mountains.
I feel at home here.
I have a church finally!
I gently reminded my hubby that if we move he will have to work a ton more and won't be able to spend all his free time hunting and fishing.
we'll see if it works.
off to bed...gotta be up early.