Circumstances sometimes happen very quickly and they always have the potential of changing our lives in dramatic ways. Sometimes one needs to leave home and everything they knew in order to find something better. This is a story that gets repeated so often that it is considered to the basis of the epic tale. There's entire books written on The Hero's Journey. It is a good solid format to follow for a story.
It is also the current definition of my life.
Daddy told me that I needed to move forward in my life, to stop settling. I have settled for surviving for so long that I'm not certain I can do that. My family has always been a phone call away. Hellfire and brimstone, aside from about a year and a half when we lived with my mother-in-law and her fiance and the three months Grandpa and I lived in KC, all nearly twenty-eight years of my life has been in the same three mile radius. The idea of changing that is, frankly, terrifying.
I love my girls and I would do anything for them, but risk would seem less terrifying if I didn't have to think about their welfare first. I look at them and I see so much potential. I want to give them the world. I want them to have the opportunities that I did not. I know my mother felt the same way about us kids, and probably still does.
I don't want to move. So many things are happening here that I feel I want to be a part of: Daddy getting released, my disability claim, PJ buying a house, Spiral Scouts starting a troop in KC... I have a life here. But I can't survive without funding. To get funding either Alex or I need a job that pays decently.
We have reached the point of something had to change. Something had to give. We can't continue here.
Thus we will be moving from Missouri to Kentucky. It's happening faster than I would like. Alex will be leaving on the first with most of our stuff. The girls, Johnny, and I will be staying with my mother while we wait to hear back on my disability claim as well as for Alex to get settled into the new place and the new job.
I don't deal with moves well at the best of times. Alex calls me his beloved tree because I don't transplant well. This in no way counts as the best of times.
Seriously, does anyone have a million dollars that they are willing to just give over to me? Alex and I have a budget for what we can do with a million dollars. That's a house, a car, college for all four of us, and trust funds for the girls.
Barring that, does anyone have the numbers of the five white balls for Saturday's Powerball drawing?
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