However, I would like to take this time to announce my deep desire to move. And not because of the house we're in or the neighborhood. It's more than that.
I want out of Chicago. I have never felt like a Chicagoan. I have no loyalties to this city, never felt a sense of pride when I see it on TV or featured in movies.
I don't love this city. I don't love this area. I hate the Midwest, I hate Illinois. And I realize "hate" is a very strong word.
Here's the deal. I want to move south. I want to move to Florida.
Now, don't call me crazy just yet. If there's one thing I do love about Chicago, it's the summer. The heat, the humidity. Bring it on! (I have naturally straight hair that does not, I repeat, does not get frizzy in the humidity, so that's one thing to consider). So, in reality, Florida weather I can handle.
Specifically, I want to move near Clearwater. Gulf side of Florida. Beautiful.
How could I deny my family this?
How could they deny me this?
I guess the idea here is that, I want out of Chicago. I want into Florida. And, really, who's stopping me? No one but myself. I have an amazing husband who would gladly move for me, wouldn't even ask questions.
Okay, maybe he'd ask questions. But he'd most likely be on board.
I think it's time to make a decision. Florida, here we come!!!!! :)
Ooooh, Clearwater is amazing! I wouldn't mind moving there myself. Maybe we could be neighbors! Maybe the teaching jobs are better there?!
ReplyDeleteAnd P.S. I love the header on your page. How did you make it?
ReplyDeleteLove, we MUST be neighbors down there. Can you imagine? After a long day of teaching kids, we can come home, go out onto the beach and have a few drinks?
ReplyDeleteAnd the header? Definitely stole it. I figure if I gain a bit more popularity with the blog, I'll create one on my own. But for now, it does its job.