"This indecision's buggin' me..."
I moved away from home at 18. It was a mistake. I've known it was for about 15 years now. I'm trying to correct it. When the time is right.
Well...ok, maybe it was NOT actually a mistake, since, had I not moved away, I would have never made it to Texas, and would have never met my hubs. Which has been the BEST thing about having moved to Texas for me. (And the Mexican food...but I digress...lol!)
So, mistake or not, it HAD to happen.
And we've always said, there will come a time when we will return to my beloved Georgia. And O has always been willing to take that leap of faith with me. Right thing to do? Is it another "mistake"? We dunno... But we have been saying, for several years now, that we know a change MUST be made, but it must be at the right time.
But HOW do you know when the time is right?
I guess you just know.
I have lived in Texas for 22 (?) years. And in my current home for 12. I have lived here longer than I've lived anywhere, at the same address, ever in my whole life.
Every year, as summer approaches, we're faced with this question. Is this the year? Do we stay? Do we go? Really, it's never been a matter of if, but when. When we will finally take the leap of faith, and move back to my beloved Savannah. Start a new life. Be close to family.
We thought last year was going to be the time to do it. But we let fear of the unknown stop us. Time and again, year after year. And now, here we are again.
But this year is different. This year, it is going to happen. Now is the time.
|My last visit home June, 2011|