I had no idea the topic of fork etiquette would be such a hot topic. But please, don’t stop commenting because it’s kind of fun to rub my husband’s nose in the fact that you people seem to agree with me. Thanks for the support, y’all!

[Edit: To clarify, it's not the holding of the fork upside-down to stab food to which I object. It's the heaping of food onto the rounded side of the tines to use the fork as a scoop in such a backwards way.]

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I’m still stressed. This is probably not a surprise.

I’ve been thinking about why this decision (if you’re just tuning in - the decision of where to move after hubby graduates) is so difficult. It comes down to this. We (hubby and I both) want a lot of different things. And it turns out that quite a few of those things are actually in conflict with each other. We want adventure. We also want stability. We want change. We also crave our familiar community. We want to make new friends and see new places. But we also really miss the old places.

A reality we are going to have to face is that any decision we make will, by default, rule out some of these “wants”. Not necessarily forever. But if we decide to go home to Saskatoon then we will not be pursuing an exciting adventure living in a new city (or country). This is neither good nor bad. But we are having to really absorb the fact that we can’t have it both ways. It turns out that change happens to be the exact opposite of not changing. I know, right? Who knew?

So I am wrestling with these truths. And still feeling very anxious. I feel confident that things will work out. Eventually. But I am not one to wait patiently for the answer to come to us. But I am trying to be as patient as can reasonably be expected.

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Someone on our street had a couch out on the street today for garbage pickup (it’s a regular occurrence around here) and it was the same pattern as the couches my family had when I was a kid. And I was all nostalgic for a moment. And then I walked past them and they smelled like the world’s biggest ashtray and it was the most egregious kind of blasphemy. The contamination of my memories. Damn ghetto.