Pardon my jumping around throughout blogs, I’m still not positive if any of my family have found my main one, Coffee and Spellcheck, yet, and I really just don’t want to risk it. Day to-day rambles will still be posted there, this one is my Cafe Journals substitute.
The huble approached me again this week, informing me that it is indeed time to start moving forward with moving. I had personally been playing the whole avoidance game, praying that if I ignored the whole thing it would indeed just go away. But apparently you can’t avoid things forever.
Things have been getting pretty tough around here, financially. We’ve cut back on everything and are getting ready to cut back on what little is left. Which also may include the interwebs sooner than later, yay (sarcasm on the yay there). Thanks to Obama his employer is basically cutting wages after 4 years of no raises or bonuses. Yipee. And yes I have proof that it’s thanks to Obama, but we can discuss that later.
And I’m only mentioning the above in case I suddenly disappear from the internet, and to give you the whole story, it’s not a big old “waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, poor me” thing. You deal with what you have to deal with, it’s just the way things are.
So the urgency is developing from our current financial situation and because his neck surgery thing is not doing so well. His doc is extremely close to making him quit his line of work. We can’t even begin to live off of social security. (And hello I’m major conservative, tpsob, so it kind erks me to even try, no offense to those who do need it) So the obvious thing would be for me to hang up my domestic apron and slide on some heels. But um, yeah, I live nowhere, and have no experience outside of the dog and early childhood education world. So I could make tops, $9.00 an hour… which we all know would not even pay the gas to get to any job, let alone pay for child care, insurance and bills. And am I the only one who get’s peeved at the fact that the huble would be sitting home playing video games all day everyday?! But yes, I would do what I would have to do, I’m not that spoiled.
In comes the Minnesota option. His family is from central, northern-ish Minnesota. More central-ish than northern-ish. Huge resort town. We’re talking every store is all souvenir based, and cute little themed restraunts. His father owns property, one which sits on 8 acres of land, with a little beaver lake, and a small 3 bedroom cabin-ish house. This land has sorta been promised to us at a low low low rate. There is but one dog facility in the entire region. And they honestly blow. The huble is well-known for his shepherds he used to sell and train up there… so it would almost be an instant business. That’s IF the economy levels out at all.
So he wants to move. (And I’m sorry if this is long and boring, and if you’ve heard this all before, but it helps for me to clear my mind) And there are many benefits: I’d have his dad around. His dad is a huge DYI’er which my husband is not. I am a big DYI’er, but have never had someone to help me, and there I would. The man builds cabins on his own, real log cabins, handmade… *drools*. And I’d have my MIL around for constant help. And may I say I love that woman? WE both knit and crochet, garden, have the same mindset… AND last time I went up there she had the coffee ready and in mug before I walked in AND stocked up on wine for just me and her. (Side note, she’s the huble’s step mom, his mom mom died a few years ago) This woman is my older twin. And she is going through radiation treatment for breast cancer, she could probably use some help.
Other benefits are again the lack of competition (Missouri is swamped with anything dogs), and a more well to-do clientel potential. Bob Seeger, Julia Roberts, Bon Jovi, William Shatner all have summer homes around that area… and those are just the names I can remember. My business that I’m still paying for in student loans could really take off. And then you have the less important plus points, more hunting, fishing, camping, hiking. Better potential to feed ourselves (elk, deer, bear, moosen, fishing, fishing, fishing), better land to garden in. No snakes, no spiders. And my husband would no longer be working himself to death so he MIGHT actually lighten up and do stuff again. Maybe. And he’d be closer to his granddaughter.
But… Winter. Everyone knows I loathe winter. Long, cold winters. Huble promises I’ll change my mind after he gets me real winter clothes and shows me snow-mobile (they don’t even have those for sale around these parts) stuff, winter festivals and ice fishing. I’m still pretty sure I’ll have to be hospitalized every winter. I’m all ready miserable with our 38* temps. I HATE COLD.
And I have never lived further from my family than a two-hour drive. We’d be 15 hours away. My mother and I have always been tightly wrapped, and I cannot imagine being so far away. It would be easier for me if she had a boyfriend or a husband, or maybe other children to care for her… but it’s just me. It honestly breaks my heart thinking about leaving her. She is extremely close with the boy and girl (‘ello they are her ONLY grandchildren) and we see her almost every week. She’s still 9 years away from retirement, and I’m pretty sure has no interest in moving to Minnesota. And to add to my worry both my uncle and aunt had seizures in the past two years, and got seriously hurt when they happened. There’s no explanation to be found, but they are only okay today because their spouse was with them… again, my mom is alone. I don’t like this at all!
To be real I wouldn’t miss anyone else that much. My father only comes around when he needs something, and I only see my (half)seester about once a year. So my hold back is my mom and the damn cold.
Of course there are worries if we’d even be able to sell our home in this economy, and how the hell does one move all their belongings across 2 states, including 3 dogs, 2 cats, 2 birds, fish, 4 chickens and a goat?! Ok actually we’d re-home the chickens, the fish, the birds and maybe “not muh kitteh” (the goat goes where I go, there’s no discussion there). But still, half of our furniture is new and I don’t want to sell off everything. Ugh.
And then you have to look at the business plan. I have a pretty damn good plan set up, down to every last penny needed and every little daily task written out. But right now I’m stressed and exhausted. Trying to cut corners, and manage the house, land and animals… can I take on anymore? Can my husband and I work together? Will I ever sleep again? What if it all fails and we have to move back with our tails tucked between our legs?!
There’s so many questions and so very few answers, and it’s all driving me insane, literally.
The minions are waking up, so I suppose this should be wrapped up. Thanks for trying to follow along.
