When the going gets tough, should the tough run like hell?
Because I'm considering it.
We've been in Tennessee for a little over three years now. My children have went to the same school for a previously unheard of three grades in a row. I got my degree and got a job. I make more money now than I ever have. Sadly, that's not saying much. But I feel like I keep moving forward. Or keep trying to move forward anyway.
Lately, there have been a lot of setbacks, which I have whined about at length.
I've applied for a crapton of new jobs. I've heard nothing.
I have a bit of a problem with having itchy feet. I don't like to stay in one place for very long. It's amazing to me that I've been here for this long. I'm always looking for something else. I don't know if this is good or bad, honestly. It just is what it is.
And right now? I want to be somewhere else.
I don't know where. I don't know what I would do. I know that I have things like a house to sell and, you know, a job here and not in some other place. I'm not going to just run off or something.
But I'm finding that I want to.
I really, really want to.