I moped around for the first few weeks after returning from Colorado. It’s just so beautiful there, and I could go from trail to trail to trail everyday, all day if I wanted. (And I did wanted.) I SO didn’t want to come home.
Hubby, seeing how much I loved it, asked if I wanted to move there before moving to Florida. I hadn’t really considered that, but YES! Except they have winters there. But I could deal with that. Right?
I don’t know. Seems like every time I go somewhere, Nashville, San Antonio, Florida, Colorado, I never want to come home. Maybe what I really want is to NOT live here.
I’m tired of corn fields. I’m tired of not having anything fun to do close by. I suppose that’s why I like working in downtown St. Louis. Things are happening! But’s it’s an hour away. Sigh.
Mario is a senior this year. When she graduates and moves away to college, we will likely move too. Still not sure where to, but it’ll be far from Smalltown, USA.
In the meantime, I’m preparing for my big MS ride next weekend. Having that to look forward to helps keep the moping at bay. I love training for something and pushing myself physically. 175 miles in two days should do the trick.
Grace has been behaving nicely. Just brought her in for a check-up, and she’ s feeling fine. A little tweak here and a little tweak there. We’ll be a great team come race day.
After that, well, I’m sure I’ll come up with something to look forward to. Probably planning a trip to anywhere other than here.