It seems as though I am not quite on the same page as my husband after all. In fact, I'm not sure we are even in the same book. When he says he feels it is time to move on, he really means it! This morning we discussed leaving the country. I want my children to see the world, but I sort of thought that would start out on at least mostly familiar roads. He pretty much took that idea and ran with it.

I don't have any objections to it really. Except maybe that I really wanted to be permanently traveling for a while. I can't think of anything keeping me here... except the beach. However, I think that if we were going to consider such a change, it requires a little more than our usual three-minute mulling-it-over time. When we move, it is usually a process that goes something like this:
"Let's move."
"Where to?"
*Insert destination of the month here*
"Okay."
"Call U-Haul and Ryder and start a price war."
"Okay."
Over the next week or so we find a job there and hunt for a new place to live. Then within a day or two after a positive confirmation of employment and housing, I start making all of the address change requirements for creditors, utilities, school, doctors and such. After that, I spend the next three to four days and nights packing. Which means giving most everything away. Usually, we are moved within two to three weeks of the first mention of it. Exciting! Isn't it? There is a lot of stress involved, but I must love it. I do it at least once a year, sometimes twice. It used to worry me about the school issue. We avoided moving during a school year. But now that I home school it suddenly got a lot easier. School goes with us, nothing changes, no trauma.

I am not convinced it will be that easy crossing an Ocean.

Posted by gwendolyn on January 19, 2001 at 01:28 PM