See, a couple of weeks (or so) ago, I started an entry about my recent anxieties. The main idea was that things are great for our family right now, but for various job-related reasons the situation is tenuous, and that is making me anxious. No matter how many times I rewrote it, it came across as exactly the sort of overly internal, things-you-should-be-saying-to-a-therapist posting that turned me off to blogging in the first place. So I kept saving it as a draft rather than posting it. Days, went by, then weeks.
To finally break the clog let me just boil it down to two bullets and delete the rest:
- Things are tough for lots of people right now. People we know, even family members, are having to uproot themselves and make major lifestyle changes on a daily basis. Despite some bright spots, this region - which has been home to our families for generations - is withering.
- If something happens to Sarah's job we'll be okay but we'll have to give up a lot. Some are material things, which I've come to care about a lot less in recent years (although I would really miss the view from our bedroom window). Far worse, though, is that we'll almost certainly have to move away. Far away. I can't begin to describe how painful that would be. We made the decision years ago to stay in this area because this is where our family is.
Moving on . . .