Moves and Travels

I am in a weird state right now. Excusing the blow my female self-esteem suffered the last few weeks, something a lot more serious that affects my future is about to transpire.

My sister wants to move to Houston. My sister is the only reason I moved to Atlanta. She lived in Atlanta and invited me to come live in the US, so I up and move and come to Atlanta. And it has not been great - job losses, lack of men, lack of good job opportunities, stricter life regimen, lack of things to do, lack of culture and just plain old boring. I would much rather live in the north than the south anyday and she knows one of my key destinations is California or any northern industrial area. Now, she wants to move to Houston. And she expects me to move with her. Obviously, someone has not been paying attention. And obviously she expects that my life choices as far as location should be centered around hers. It doesn't work that way. If I had moved to California, I would not want her to move with me. She has a whole family! But why would she expect me to want to move with her to Houston, that's just absurd.

I am just at a crossroads. Not with the choice of places to move to, because I will never move to Houston, not unless the UN offers me a position there. But the crossroads is with what am I doing? The only reason I stayed here long enough was because she was here - stay close to your family, need to have your family close by, etc - and now that is not relevant because the family is moving. So many things I wish I could do but can't. That's the crossroads I am at. Like my feet are stuck in the mud and it's been afloat but now it is slowly sinking. I've been doing everything to pretend like it's not sinking an inch per month, by going out over-entertaining myself, drinking, etc, but the reality is that I am sinking and I need a lifeline.

That ends the daily pity-party.