Oh, the Places You'll Go!

Ever since... well, for a long time, I've wanted to move.  Get up, go away, explore someplace new, adapt and grow as a person, and take my nearest and dearest with me.  I don't know where I'd go or what I'd do - for I sure don't have a job anywhere else - but I just want to GO.  I think someone had the opportunity to grow and really evolve when they're put into a new place with  new people.  Granted, it also might be the fact that I've lived on the same street for nearly 16-17 years... I moved out of my mother's house and into an apartment with my husband FOUR HOUSES DOWN... great apartment, but I'm ready for a change of scenery.

Problem is - hubbs doesn't want to move.  At least not any time soon.  And I'm torn between moving to OK with my father and my step family (awesome, awesome bunch), or if I should move to Charleston.  For a while, my sister Karyn, my friend Brittany, and I (seriously, we're all epic together) have wanted to live in Charleston together.  But Britt's down South somewhere on the Gulf right now, Karyn's in RVA about to move up to PA, and I just learned that Britt MIGHT be getting an internship up in RVA, but we don't know when that'll happen, so it's not looking like Charleston is due to occur any time soon.  Oh, and there's that thing called a husband I have to convince.

But then I think... Okay, my hours have been cut in half.  I have more time to write (WHICH, by the way, I'm steadily doing and it is finally going somewhere.  Still don't really know what the plot is about, but it's beginning to get to the point that I've been seriously contemplating picking up some index cards, writing who the characters are and how they're associated with one another, and plastering them all over my office/living room walls so when I get further into the book,  I remember everyone and have at least some semblance of an idea that I can keep plugging at.  This is good.  I've written more pages than I've gotten right now, but I've not reached this point in my writing ever before.  Yay, new lands, unexplored territories, and I can't wait to see where these characters take me!), and I have more time to do Mary Kay.  But I also want to leave; however, my social life is finally getting to the point where I want it to be, I've been very good at spending -- I've just now spent the $4 that was in my wallet, which was there for about two weeks, and usually money only survives a day or two when I have it within my grasp -- and life is beginning to take shape.  So maybe I SHOULDN'T go anywhere.  Because, after all, I really don't want to lose the friends I have (although, being a military brat when younger, I realize and believe that good friends will remain your friends regardless of where you go, and you'll always meet new friends and have a good life where ever go you), and I don't want to move away from my Mary Kay family, and I want to see where I can go with this awesome flexibility of half days at the doctor's office, other portion of the time, Mary Kay, another good chunk writing, and THEN, have plenty of time to be home, taking care of my adorably wonderful kitties, and... God forbid... children.  So.

Tim emailed me a nice long email of where he wants to go and what he wants to do and he wants to stay here for at least another 5-6 years.  I admit I was hesitant and annoyed at this, because by then I'll be 30, and he'll be really into his career, and would he really be willing to move then? Because I really don't want to blink and be 50 and still here... in Suffolk...  although Suffolk's okay... I like Suffolk... just don't want to retire here. 0_0  But the more I think about it, the more it's probably a very good idea that we stay where we are as I write my novel -- YEE, I'M WRITING A BOOK, Y'ALL!!!! -- and really expand this Mary Kay thing.

So I think we're staying put.

But I do really want to get off this street.   I like this street.  But I want somewhere new.

So do we buy a house?  We're kind of broke.  I want to keep renting so we aren't stuck here, even though I know now isn't necessarily a good time to leave.  But buying would also better credit scores and we'd develop whatever it is you learn and develop when you own a house, and it'd be a good way for me to feel like I'm starting something and somewhere new even though I'm in still in Hampton Roads.  I used to hate the idea of the peninsula, but believe it or not, I'm actually contemplating it.  That or Virginia Beach... Ugh.  Maybe not VAB.  I like VAB and all the wonderful people in that area, but maybe not VAB... The peninsula would be cool, but that's also far away from all my other nearest and dearest, but it's also closer to Tim's work which means he'd use less gas, and the fact that I'm working less often won't really be an issue because his Charger won't be guzzling too much money.

Hm...

And my calf hurts.  Like a mother-effer.  Two Saturdays ago, I ran 4miles after not having ran for... oh, 3-4 months.  My calves were tight but I stretched them and then I was good to go.  Then last Saturday, they were lose and I wanted to continue running, because I really enjoyed it last time, so I ran me a 5k through the neighborhood, using for the first time my nifty iPod Tim bought me for Christmas, and then my calf was REALLY tight.  I'm talking just my left one.  My right one was sore, but my left one... good Lord.  I haven't been able to walk without it hurting (I don't limp, but every step stretches it), and I have exercised Monday-Thursday, but today was REALLY painful when I tried to do the regular jumping exercises I do.  I did the P90X Cardio DVD and when I started doing the "jump rope" and "jump shot" my calf lit up like fire and yet at the same time, knotted so hard that when I went into "downward dog," I literally gasped and had to stop, wherein I slowly stretched.

So I stopped the exercise, did some cool down, and am planning to do some stretches today and tomorrow.  Because this thing needs to heal.  I hate not being able to get a good cardio workout in and even more than that -- and this is so ridiculous -- I'M GOING TO PBR TOMORROW! Wahoooo!!!! I'm so stoked, first time in over a month, but when I get on that bull, I use my legs, so I need to rest them so I can do well on the bull again!  And dance.  But oy, I'll be so mad if my legs hurt too much for me to ride the bull.  Sigh.  Oh, first world problems.  :P Hehe

So I'm off work today, have already written part of my book, and am now being a housewife.  Laundry's going and Tim wants me to put in a roast, but he hasn't responded to my texts and I sure as hell don't know how to do a roast.  So I'm thinking we'll do that Saturday and I'll just make him chicken tonight.  Chicken is more desirable to me anyway.  I like beef and steak, and believe me, I used to easily - EASILY - kill a 16oz and look at everyone else's wanting to know if they were done yet, but now I have a steak once every 2-3 months and I usually don't want another for another couple months.  I LOVE them, particularly when they're bloody and red and delicious, but chicken, turkey, and fish are now more my flavor.

I watched Jenna Marbles (Oy... kills brains cells, but oh so wonderful) and she said she was a vegan for 6 days out of the week and had one cheat day.  I keep hearing really, really good things about people who go vegetarian and vegan for most of the week and I admit I've entertained the thought but OH, to not eat eggs?  CHEESE?  Creamy stuff, because it has animal byproducts?  Number one -- we're omnivores. We were designed to eat both plants and meat, so I strongly believe that meat is ESSENTIAL to a good diet, and I love meat too much to give it up, even if I do give myself a cheat day every week.  Maybe I'll try doing 2-3 vegetarian days a week.  That might work.  If people really do feel as awesome as they say they do, I want in, I do, but I'm not going to ignore my biology just because today's world has supposedly transcended basic biology.

Anyhow, I'm on a rant now.  I've got a Mary Kay event tonight -- woo! -- and a 2.5hr Sex and the City marathon waiting for me to watch it on my DVR.

Here's to exploring new places and growing yourself within the same township!  But I do want to at least move.  So... I think it's time to at least start planning where we can restart in the greater Hampton Roads so I can feel that I'm at least progressing somewhat in my life.

Peace, love, and hair grease --
Jess