The Bus Pulls In

Here’s a Twist

So we’re waiting at the McD’s drive-through and suddenly the question comes:

“How would you feel about moving?”

Okay, so that answers several questions I’d had.  Yes, he is tired of this town.  No, he wouldn’t want to leave me behind.  That makes me feel better.

But this is a difficult thing for me.  I’ve lived in Northwest Georgia my entire life.  I’ve got deep roots here and I feel at home here.  He’s talking about Florida.  I don’t feel at home in Florida. 

But I’ve never lived there, so how do I know it wouldn’t grow on me?  And shit’s clearly not working well here.  He could find a job more easily, and I might be able to find something that actually… like… pays well.  Imagine that. 

And it’ll give me more fodder for novels and stories.  More characters and more stories.  Imagine that.

But how to tell my uber-conservative folks I’m moving out of state with a man?  And how to reconcile my love for the mountains and actual seasons?  Hmmm…

There’s a lot to think about.  Granted, it’s just an idea at this point, but I think he’s pretty damn serious about it.  So I have to think about it seriously. 

And I have to be less of a pussy.