One month. One month is all we have until the hubby graduates.  Okay technically 5 weeks.  We still don’t know exactly what we’re going to do after we’re done here. I’ve been trying hard not to freak out every five minutes but the truth is I am all kinds of frustrated.  If you’ve ever spent a few weeks looking for work imagine eleven straight months of job-hunting.  And let me just clarify that it really sucks the big one.

It’s not that there aren’t possibilities.  There are quite a few. But all we talk about it is City A versus Cities B and C and D through Z.  We talk about what we want in a city, what we want for our kids and from life and money and houses and schools and short-term plans and long-term plans and mortgages and neighbourhoods and careers and family and friends. We discuss and plan and strategize and then we do it all again and WHEN DOES IT EVER END???  I am soooo tired of talking about it. And I am tired of thinking about it.  Why isn’t it more obvious which is the best choice? And why isn’t it easier to decipher what I really want?  Why does it have to be so effing HARD?

The pressure of these huge decisions is starting to get to me.  Actually, since we haven’t really made any decisions yet, the anticipation of making all these huge decisions is starting to get to me.  There is a light at the end of the tunnel, but it’s still pretty fuzzy around the edges and I have the distinct feeling that I’m going to continue to feel a bit anxious until things clear up.  I’ll keep you all posted.