sigh, redux

So, another six months have passed, and I'm writing this from...

drumroll please...

Louisville, Colorado. Still. Cleveland was a nice place & all, and we really had high hopes for it. Our visit in July was pleasant, the city was friendly, the suburbs were green and all-around very welcoming. Then, an article comes out about poorest job economies, and close to the top, of course, is Cleveland. So Sarah gets cold feet and figures we probably shouldn't drop everything and move, only to set ourselves up for dismal failure. Well, reasonable enough sure, but we risk that anywhere. Later this months we'll be flying into Chicago, as if they're starving for sub-talent like us.

On the brighter side, we are officially engaged now, after 5+ years of living in sin, tsk tsk. As it stands now, the date is set for August 13 in Port Huron, MI. I know Sarah's quite enjoying the aggravation of finding a dress, starved for internal conflict as she always is.

Sarah, Ciera and I just returned from Thanksgiving in Amissville, VA (that's pronounced AY-miss-ville btw) where my mom and newish husband Dan reside in a cozy place on couple acres of beautiful country just along the Blue Ridge mountains. Sister Natalie was there as well. Overall it was a good time, though the house was... interesting at times. Not all is well in the relationship, I guess Natalie hadn't been kidding, not that she doesn't sprinkle her share of salt on the wounds. Between Mom's overbearance and Dan's machismo, I don't know how they survive eachother. Thank goodness for farm work.

Anyway, the goats were cute, Ciera had a blast on the tractor and making jewelry with the girls, and DC was a nightmare. Holiday or not, we have to stop visiting that hellhole. Bumper-to-bumper traffic at FIVE IN THE MORNING. And here we are, willingly about to march blindly into a metropolis of our own. Ah, the bitter taste of adventure (no, honey, I don't really think it'll be all that bad).

Lunch time.