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End Of Silence

Things have been all hush hush around here for the last few weeks. Let me tell you why. Long story short, we were going to be moving to Cincinnati and taking a job with a company up there where Terry has a good friend employed. It seemed like a doable thing. We were even looking at buying houses. I wasn't exactly thrilled at the idea of living "in" Ohio and certainly was considering the idea of living in Indiana just because it is not Ohio and because the homeschooling laws kind of suck in Ohio but now I just don't have to even think about it anymore, because it is not going to happen.

So, even though I hate Westonzuelans and affordable houses only being in ghettos, and I really am Jonesing for real grass and Autumn, I am very relieved at the fact that our entire world is right side up again and we are not flying around like bats out of hell. In fact, even though we cannot stand our neighbors we have chosen to pull our thirty day notice here and just stick it out until the original lease is up in August and then have a plan ready and waiting for possibly living in a real house somewhere.

However, just when the relief sets in we start getting lots of letters in the mail stating that all of our credit card companies are raising our interest rate to 27.9%. So the next wave of panic has set in. It is par for the course around here. Nothing can ever just work in our favor. I am needing my own personal Jesus.

Posted by gwendolyn on April 06, 2004 at 09:08 AM