Seattle A-Go-Go

This past week made me realize if you want something, you should totally go for it.

Normally, I love my job.  Some things have happened in the last few weeks that have made me not love it....in fact, at moments, I can't wait to leave.  Things have gotten better, but the wound hasn't healed.

Frankly, I'm glad that this is the case.  Mark has said, ever since we've been together, that he'd love to eventually move to Seattle.  His uncle lived there while he was alive and Mark has been in love with it since visiting there.

I've always said I'll stay in Indiana for the rest of my life.  A few years ago, we started visiting Cincinnati each year and I could see myself retiring there.  It's not too far from my family and would cut the drive time down to one of my bff's (once he moves back to Nashville.)

Now I'm thinking, we're getting to an age where we need to settle down and figure out what and where we want to be.  I enjoy doing what I do for a living, but I've been told I should charge for my homemade pizzas.  So, in my dreams, I would have a little cafe where I made pizzas and baked goods (and my awesome potato soup and mashed potatoes in the winter) and sell refurbished furniture and decor.

I'm definitely not someone who takes many risks, but I feel in my gut that this move would be great for us.  Yes, starting over is scary & difficult and I can't even imagine transporting our 8 animals cross country.  Maybe this will pass, but I seriously hope not.  The idea of just us starting fresh and helping each other through the adjustment may be overly romantic and wouldn't play out like it does in my head, but we've been through a lot already and are stuck with each other for the long haul.  ;  )  I've never been west of Illinois and have only seen pictures of out west.  The land here is all flat, so I can't imagine having mountains in my back yard.....geeeeeeeeeeee, that just got me so excited!

And I know it's totally lame, but the Seattle season of The Real World was totally my favorite!  I know, I'm a dork, but I'm alright with that.  (That season also taught me how to know when a pancake is ready to flip...and no, I'm not even kidding you.)

So, Mark and I agreed if we aren't where we want to be or aren't happy with live here, we're moving out west.  (I tried to get him to agree on 3 years, but that was a no go.)

Ok, I'm going to get off the blog and get classy by watching TNA wrestling.