Making the Moves - Part Two

My first post ran long, so read this first if you happened upon Part Two before Part One.

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After September 11th, we lost our jobs and sold our home, cut adrift once more.

My mother, who loves all things Texas, suggested we go live in Texas. My brother's family were in the Dallas area, so we settled on Dallas as the place to move to before we died.

But we didn't die. And here we've stayed.

My kids' ages ranged from 5 to just barely born when we moved. Now they range from 20 to 14, as of this writing.

So you'd think I'd be in love with Texas, right, after trying and failing to thrive in so many other places?

Wrong.

I'm very grateful to Texas, when it's not trying to kill me. Which it does from time to time. The weather can be crazy.

We've gotten some education here. The schools and the opportunities have helped us a lot.

But I'd leave Texas in a moment if I could. Especially in August, when Texas tries to cook me in a rotisserie oven of heat and humidity.

Problem is, I have no idea where to go from here. Denver? Vermont? California? Everywhere I've lived or visited has had its benefits and tradeoffs, and nowhere sounds like 'paradise' anymore.

Plus my husband absolutely loves Texas (except for the allergies). He's not going anywhere. And I don't want to go anywhere without him, so there you are. It's Texas by default.

But I still feel that gypsy urge to get up and move...

Hubby keeps after me to sell our house one day and get a trailer home and roll all over the country when we retire. Maybe we will. I guess we'll see.