I would go bugfuck crazy if I moved back to my parents' town. Where you have to drive almost an hour to get to the nearest town with more than 8,000 people.
My parents will probably be selling their house in the next year or so (and moving to a smaller one), which means I'll have to go up there and get all my crap. Too bad I don't have a place to keep it all.
Are you planning to have kids sometime in that span, LJ? Sic them on grandpa and see what happens.
My mom and stepdad have said that if I move to SF, they're following me.
They aren't kidding. They love the politics, because they're just as liberal as I am; the love the general laid-back-ness compared to uptight Cincy; and they're hugely wine-obsessed.
I told them that if I move and they follow me, I might have to kill them.
I told them that if I move and they follow me, I might have to kill them.
If you're wiley, you could probably shake them during the move.
Tell them you're moving to Portland. Go to Portland. Then sneak off to SF.
My mom and stepdad have said that if I move to SF, they're following me.
Heh. And your brother's been pushing you westward too. It's like a family conspiracy. They
know
you belong here.
My mom and stepdad have said that if I move to SF, they're following me.
You need to do this, at least the moving part.
It took me nearly 15 years to decide to move back to my home town. I'm glad I'm doing it now, but if I'd done so, say, ten years earlier, it would have been a disaster. I've had enought time on my own as an independent adult that I can move back to St. Louis as such and not as the adult child of my parents, if that makes any sense.
Lyra Jane, you do know that we'll have to get together when you visit Patrick's folks, right?
My mom and stepdad have said that if I move to SF, they're following me.
Tell them to go to Santa Barbara, and you stay in SF and live in a neat little place on the Castro or summat. The important thing here is you in SF.
The important thing here is you in SF.
See? We're all in agreement.
The important thing this morning while actually in SF, is the image of juliana rolling around in a Stitch-ball of frustration.