No pictures today, sorry...the snow has all been melting, and the sight of little islands of snow in the dead grass is kind of depressing. Sigh. The temps have plummeted again, resulting in lots of ice and cold fingers.
I think that I need to stop posting in the evening, because my mind seems to be at its lowest ebb then. *grimaces*
But on to the title of this particular post: Mom has announced to us that she and Dad are seriously thinking about moving. Like, moving out of the state. From Illinois to southern Missouri. Reason being that Illinois politics (and the state of Illinois in general) are/have been going down the tubes for years, and the snapping point was the announcement that the Guantanamo prisoners are getting moved to a maximum security prison (that just HAPPENED to be empty--is that suspicious, or no?) that is two hours north of us.
I'm...kind of torn about the whole issue. Moving, that is. Not the Gitmo guys. But I digress. The whole thought of moving is a little intimidating for a person who has lived their whole life in the same place, carved out a little niche, knows all the ins and outs of life in this particular place, and everything is FAMILIAR. Upon reflection, however, I know that there is nothing keeping us here except for my grandparents (they're in their 90s, and we have been keeping an eye on them for the last ten years at least). But after they're gone, there is nothing for us here. We don't have an enormous amount of friends, no hugely important jobs, nothing.
Granted, my family and I have a core group of best friends, who I would hate to leave. But isn't that always the way things always are?
So it would be exciting, especially to have a bigger amount of property (listen, ANYTHING in Missouri is bigger than our little 4 1/2 - 5 acres), a new place to get used to, etc. But it would also be...what's a good word for it...intimidating. I suppose it's like dying (stick with me, okay?): I know that I'm going to heaven someday, and that it's going to be AMAZING--beyond anything I can ever imagine. But it's that step into the unknown that's scary. Not the destination.
...does that make sense at all? *sigh* Oh well. Like I said, excited but also just a little intimidated. And now I'm kind of tired and I don't think that I'm thinking very clearly.