When Opportunity DOESN'T Knock....

You have conversations like this:

Me (to my MIL): You're totally cool if we stay until the baby starts kindergarten, right? Did I mention that you look stunning today? It's amazing that people don't mistake O for yours!

[My in-laws are awesome, but I doubt they envisioned spending their 50s surrounded by baby gates and Elmo. Who needs Carnival Cruise Lines?!]

We're on Round 3 (DING DING!) of trying to relocate to a lower-cost-of-living state {ie. ANYWHERE but SoCal}, and it looks like we're going KO'd once again (they're against the ropes! They don't gotta CHANCE!). Surprise, surprise.

As it was in the last 2 attempts, we can't find my husband work (in THIS economy, really? NOOO, really?!). Nor do we have the money that it takes to make such a big move and survive finally through the transition.

Having a child really takes the "we'll-just-live-in-the-Jetta" option off the table.

Moving somewhere cheaper is logical in theory, but in our case--our Mt. Saint Orman of debt won't get any smaller and Sallie Mae is still trying to take my son as payment (I'm fending them off with paltry hundreds, but I can't hold out forever)...even if we cross state lines, they'll find me.

"But think of how much you'll save on rent!"

Too true.
But we're not paying any right now. (Thanks, ILs!)

So why do we keep trying?

I guess it's our inner-masochists kicking us on.

Push that boulder, Prometheus! Yah!

That, and we're staring 30 dead in the face.

No one wants to be 30 and living at home.
You might be, but I guarantee, you didn't WANT to.


Isn't 30 official Grown Ass Folk, status?



.....but wait!

If 50 is the new 30, then is 30 the new 10?

If so, we're TOTALLY on track.

We obviously didn't have appropriate parental supervision, as we already have a child, but why point fingers?

[Can't watch your kids every second!]

You could say we just went "traditional" and Laura Ingalls Wilder'd it.


Yep, let's go with that.

SHHHHH. Shut your face and GO.WITH.IT.