We sat down with the teens last week and discussed the future. Marty is back to wanting to leave the Valley as soon as possible. Polly is on board*. Buck, who has another year and a half of fire fighting school, is on board once he is done. Though it was pointed out to him that other parts of the world have fire fighting schools.
Honestly, I am sort of done with the entire Marty-looking-for-a-job-somewhere-else ordeal and just wish Marty could figure this out and tell me if I am packing. And if so, could we not move to a town with alligators, please?
There are many reasons to leave: we are paying more for basic car insurance than the value of the Flinstone mobile. Housing prices are astronomical. Traffic here and Los Angeles are the same. Honestly, I can't tell the difference--except (dare I say), the drivers in LA are politer. Polly can't breathe very well. The heat. And a myriad of other reasons too numerous for this patch of cyber space.
There are reasons to stay too. Our fathers are in their 80s. I have serious concerns about leaving my dad. He sleeps a lot right now and he isn't driving very much. Plus, we own our house. Moving anywhere else means housing issues with a bankruptcy that will "officially" be a year old next month. We are established here. I have friends and family I love and cherish. Granted I will still love and cherish them if I move but then I will also miss them. I like connection.
Thus far, on this latest adventure, Marty has only talked with the kids about their buy-in. He hasn't broken out the ol'e Indeed account and dusted off the resume. So, at this point, it is just talk. That said, I want Marty to figure out what will make him happy. I think he deserves to explore this. He has done this for me. It is time to return the favor.
*To be fair, I half expect if we get around to actually doing this, the kids will be old enough and established enough they will stay, but that's just a theory.
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