Remember this? The possibility of us packing up and moving on? It’s been resolved.
Long story short: the resolution is that we’re staying put, which is both a good and bad thing.
Good because we’re comfortable here.
Good because we don’t have to mess with selling the house and hiring a mover and house-hunting all over again.
Good because we’re West coast, laid-back lifestyle kinda peeps, and we come from western states. While our family isn’t here here, they’re within a day’s drive. And more than anything else I would have missed spending every Thanksgiving and Christmas with my Grams and Gramps.
Good because we have our favorites here: favorite restaurants, favorite movie theater. Favorite place to sit and sip a glass of wine while we watch the monsoon roll in from the mountains.
Good because we know the schools. We know our neighbors. We know not to expect the mail to be delivered before 2 pm. Ever.
Good because we built this home and made it just so. Oh and the desert sunsets. Here in Arizona we’ve got the market cornered on sunsets.
The resolution, though, isn’t all good. Good and bad, remember?
Bad because I was craving a new adventure.
Bad because we ohsoverybadly wanted to be close to the ocean again.
Bad because had the move worked out we’d have freed up vacation time and money to go somewhere other than Orlando.
Did I mention the potential move was to Orlando?
I don’t have to tell you how I feel about Orlando. Well, not Orlando exactly. It’s what’s in Orlando.
But alas. There is no Orlando.
Here we are. Here we stay.
{For now}.
