I’ve hidden in Pittsburgh, visiting my daughter and son-in-law and my grand dog, Dex. #4 owns a pet walking service, so we’ve gone out and walking around different neighborhoods. To get to said neighborhoods, we’ve driven through others. I know she’s doing this so I can look around. She’s been pretty clear that she wants mommy and daddy to move closer to her.
She’s building a house in the hills and made it very clear that there’s a room for Hubby and I that’s been chosen for us. (Love her for it!) Hubby tells me to find the “Grandma House” and he’ll consider another move. It’s been 4 years since we moved from the house in Savage to where we are now. I love my current house and where we are, but I love my daughter more. And honestly, these haven’t been the happiest years in this house. Everyone moved away and personal issues have colored my life in there. I know that moving doesn’t change how life has gone, but it would be nice being around a family again. My son-in-law’s parents are nice and I really get along with his mother. His siblings are kind and it’s kinda nice being part of an extended group again. I had hoped that my own siblings would be able to re-group and be more of a family, but I’ve pretty much given up hope on that subject. You can only invite people so many times before you get the point that all the conditions they put on the invite really just means they aren’t interested in visiting.
So, I’ve looked at houses and considering how it might be to move up here. I’ve thought a bunch about what I’d do, since my job isn’t portable. Would I find a more traditional job? Would I do something part-time? What the heck would I do at all? I’ve learned that maybe it’s not such a good idea being dependent on one person, because you never know how that’s going to work out, yet that’s what I feel like I’ve done. Truthfully, with all the digestive issues I’ve worked through, I’m considering taking classes in holistic nutrition. Guess it’s time to look at the next 25 years in my world and make a plan.