I’m addicted to the Home & Garden Network. I watch more than just the decorating shows… my favorites are really those shows where other people are looking to buy a home, and I get to peek in at what homes look like in different cities, and how much they cost. In some places the house prices are ridiculously low – at least compared to where I live.
So, I fantasize about moving to those places – to owning a ‘dream’ home with a much smaller mortgage than we currently are straddled with.
I think if I picked a place and told AMP that I wanted to move there, and could find us jobs, he’d do it. In a heartbeat. Well, as long as it was finacially feasible, after all I’m married to an accountant.
I, on the other hand, prefer to fantasize. Because, push come to shove it would take a whole hell of a lot to make me move… like the ability to move my entire family (or at least the members I like), definitely my nieces, and my best friends. Or, in lieu of that, to own a private jet that would cost me nothing to travel back and forth at a moment’s notice.
As much as my family may drive me crazy, I could not imagine living far away from them. I like how I can just ‘drop by’ and have lunch with one of my aunts. I love the afternoons spent at my parents place. I love coffee dates with cousins. Or girl’s nights with friends I’ve known since I was 8.
I don’t like change. I’m not good at meeting new people and making new friends – hence why my strongest friendships are with people I’ve known forever.
Which means my options are:
a) Convince all my family to move with me to wherever I decide
b) Find someone to gift me a private jet, plus pay all related costs
c) Stay here, and just live vicariously through my shows
I think I’m going to be here a while…
This post inspired by Mama Kat’s Writing Workshop: What would it take for you to pick up and move? Go visit and read some amazing posts. :)