If you didn’t read part one, it’s here.

For the rest of you, like I said I have a point. And the point is…..it’s been a long time since I’ve gotten to decide where I belong. But the time had come. Moving around to find my place is kind of what I do, and I like new places and people, but I can’t move my kids around every few years. While I am used to the nomadic life, it isn’t something I want to force on them. I think they have seen enough change.

When my divorce happened, my first thought was to make it as easy as possible on my kids. I chose a new townhouse that was close to our old house so they wouldn’t have to switch schools. Seriously, I moved less than a half a mile. Seems like a waste of a perfectly good move to me.

But lately….

Lately, I have this feeling, This sneaking suspicion that precludes every move, That itch to leave, to move on, to go somewhere else. Sometimes, anywhere else. I try to listen to those thoughts with a jaded ear. I, almost more than anyone, know that where ever you go -there you are. You can’t outrun your problems, you take them with you. A move to a new place is not about escaping your issues, but it IS about changing your life.

So I waited for that itch to go away.

Except it didn’t.

I know it’s time to move on – in many, many ways. I just don’t know the where or the what.

Is it time to move on from my job (something I’ve known was coming for quite a while) or Maryland or both? The universe is being slow to answer, and I’m kind of impatient….so, it needs to hurry it along. This move will likely be my last, forever or as long as my kids are in school. Choosing carefully is paramount.

(there’s a third part to this post. quit bitching, it’s my blog not yours)