Going Home

Hubby called me from work yesterday. He wanted to know if I wanted to move back to New Hampshire. They're looking for more help in his field of work. He's an automotive technician for Ford. My job can be anywhere. They have the orange box everywhere now.

Part of me wanted to say, "Yes! Yes, of course I would LOVE to go home!" I almost cried to think that he'd want to move up there. Then, I thought, it really wouldn't be the same. I've been out of my hometown for more than 16 years now. I've spent half my life in the state I live in now. All my friends, save one or two, have moved away. One of my best friends has recently had a baby and she and her husband have settled in my old hometown to raise their little family. Another of my friends is now in upstate Vermont. Another in southern California. Others are in various places around the country. Some stayed in NH, most scattered.

Then I thought of our little expanded family here. My mother-in-law, father-in-law, mom and brother-in-laws family are all here. It would kill them if we moved away. It would really kill my mom. She's established herself in her own house, has her own circle of friends; I really don't think she'd move again.

Then I thought of all the crap I'd have to pack. And, moving that far, I'd hire a moving company. Then, I thought, would I really want to move that far again.

I've lived in New Hampshire, Washington state and now here. I've been to one coast and back in one lifetime. I really don't think I'd want to do that again.

Of course, now would be the perfect time, given that the chitlins are not in school yet. But, that's really the only reason I can think of. I love our little house here. I love the plans we have for it. I like our neighbors; I like where I work; I love my friends. I really don't think I could rip my roots up again.

Then Hubby chuckled a bit. He was never serious in the first place.