If we were having coffee, I would talk to you about headaches I’ve been waking up with because I have a lot I’m thinking about. It’s like the weight of your thoughts literally feel like a weight; has that happened to you?
I’ve also been having crazy-o dreams. Like the two nights ago, I was in a women’s street gang and becoming the old lady of this guy in a men’s gang, and I was trying to figure out how to get out of it without harming myself or someone else. It was such a detailed dream, and different parts of my day reminded me of it.
If we were having coffee, big change is brewing in Sahara’s household,which I believe is the reason for the heavy thoughts. Since Cohiba and I moved out here, we have told each other that we will move back to the Midwest to be closer to family, mostly for Wee One’s sake, so that she can know her cousins and grandparents, like Cohiba knew his and better than I knew mine. So, we said, five years out here, then back to the Midwest for when she starts school.
Except that’s not how things are shaking out.
He has a job prospect in Ohio that is fantastic, and there’s a good chance that we’ll be moving by the end of the summer. This is something we’re both on board with, but man, its hard. We both love it here. We love the culture, we have a solid support group, and we just feel like we fit here.