Living Up North: They have sunsets, hardwood floors and probably Pooky lives there, too!

So, me and my hubby have started talking about moving up north, near the Boston area.  After I’m done with school, of course. I never saw myself staying in this town that I live in now for my entire life.  I was always trying to talk my mom into moving all of us back out west to the area where I was born.  However, the hubby doesn’t want to move out west, but up north instead because that is where he and his family is from.  I don’t really care, just as long as we move. 

Now that my mom and grandparents aren’t here, this town just isn’t the same.  My cousin and aunt, eh?  While they are blood family, it’s just after I talk to them, I feel the most alone. I don’t feel part of their inner circle.  I’m not sure why that is.  They are family, it’s not like I’m alone alone, it’s just… well, again something I just can’t put into words. My sense of family is totally in the walls of my house and no longer reaches outward.  I just really have no ties to this town anymore, no reason I have to stay.  I want my girls to know that there is a great big fat world out there and yes, I am aware that I don’t have to uproot my family and move to show my girls the world out there outside of these city limits, it’s just… well, again, I just don’t have the right words. The ties that bind me, well they are no longer there, ya know?  

So anyway me and the hubby are in talks to move once I’m done with school and if some magic just happens to happen, I suppose we could go earlier. Surely they have colleges up north, right?  And we may never ever move, but it has been officially put on the table as a topic of discussion and we will just see where that road takes us, if anywhere. 

And I tell you all of this to get to this…

Last night me and the hubby had one of our famous text conversations.  This one was about my finds on places to rent in the Boston area on craigslist.   And what I’ve found out is that all houses up north come with a sunset view, hardwood floors, that my hubby likes houses that look like a serial killer could live there, my pets have to have excellent references and that I’m totally funnier than my daughter.

(FYI- my hubby “text types” meaning he shortens words like your to ur.  He is an excellent speller so please do not take this text exchange as a reflection of his smartness.  He can out spell anyone I’ve ever met and I’m not just saying that because I love him.  He really can spell anything.  I think because I’m such a bad speller, it’s one reason that I fell in love with him. It was a turn on.)

The first line was about a picture my hubby sent me of a rainbow on his way to work.  It was pretty!

 

  My hubby liked this house! I think it looks like a serial killer house! We have a “high street” in our town. It’s where one can go to find awesome drugs such as crack, cocaine, meth, etc…  My hubby was telling me a story about how he played street hockey when he was a kid.  I told him that only happens in the movies nowadays.