OK, this has got to be the last post on my self-righteous whining about ‘life’. I know you all are getting tired of pretending to care. I hear ya. But, in case you missed it, here’s part one and part two. Also? I’m out of snappy titles.

Where were we? Oh yes, me. Heh. Imagine that. Anyhoo, me and moving. We have established I am nomadic and that I need to move on. Now the BIG question (and really the whole reason for this series of drivel) is where. Let’s run over my choices, shall we?

I immediately have to discard the big cities such as Chicago and New York, the kids won’t do well in that environment and I don’t have the money to establish myself in either. But I must mention them, out of sheer habit. OK, now that that is out of the way, here is my serious list;

Baltimore- I know you’re thinking, “Wait, don’t you already live in Baltimore?”. No, actually I don’t. I live about 20 miles north and the amount of time I spend driving back and forth between the city and home is getting silly. Plus, I understand Baltimore and she understands me. Lack of good public schools keep from moving into the urban environemnt.

DC- ahhh, my first city love. Still my favorite. Actually, I don’t want to live IN the city, but somewhere on the outskirts. This would be the easiest move. I wouldn’t have to change jobs and the move can be done in weekend. It does require a considerable uptick in housing expenses, but nothing I couldn’t handle.

Louisville- It’s home, so it gets an honorary place on the list. It’s not in serious contention.

California- I never thought I would say this, but this is a serious contender. I actually have a lot of contacts in various locations and, if needed, I could get a new job. But I never thought of myself as California person. Really.

Portland, OR- It’s close to my mom, and, unfourtunately close to my sister. It’s not that my sister and I don’t get along, it’s just that it’s better if there is a least a state’s distance between us. But one of my favorite bloggers does live there. So there’s that.

Vancouver, Canada- If I had my choice, the money, and a moving van in the driveway this would be the location. This is one of the places where 100 pieces would have to fall into place perfectly for it to happen. I think we all know the odds of THAT happening.

Of course, the answer may be….nowhere. Stay here. The mere mention is so foreign to my nature, I can’t even think about that. I’m an expert in forcing Fate’s hand on this. Not always to good results. Hard lesson to learn, but one learned well.

So I’m waiting, and listening. And for the moment? Staying put. I don’t know where I’m supposed to be, I don’t know what nagging feeling is eating away at me. In my typical ADHD way, I want an answer now. NOW, DAMMIT!

For two years, my readers and I have taken all my journeys together. This one will be no different.

This foray into the serious is over now, we will resume our normal bitching routine…posthaste.