So, yesterday my husband comes home and he tells me that his place of work will be going through a major shake up in the next few months. He also lets me know that his department is very likely to be one that might be moved to the corporate headquarters in Boston.
And then he looks at me in that knowing way that says that he is well aware that there is 'no way on God's green earth' that I will ever be caught alive living in Boston (there is background here- no offense to Bostonians) and says: so I guess that we would have every reason to move to Texas then, huh?
And I answer with: Yup. I'll call the real estate agent so we can get to work on possibly selling the house.
What if nuts is what I need after all? Maybe careful planning is not going to be the answer to getting to Texas. Maybe a shake up is what it's going to take to get me out of my safety zone and away from the idea that I can 'fix' it so my life will never be too crazy- so I can ward off all the crazy that was when I was growing up. Maybe too much safety isn't what it's cracked up to be.
I'll let ya know!