I’m home after 5 glorious days in Pasadena. I feel oddly homesick for a place where I don’t actually live. It’s more than post-vacation blues. Sometimes being around the ones we miss makes us miss them even more once we have to leave.
There have been jokes made about staying or moving down there and after thinking about it, it doesn’t seem like such a crazy plan. I’ve been doing a little mental pro/con list (big shocker since I am a compulsive list maker) and here’s what we have so far:
-Only an hour flight from both sets of parents
-Viable job market
-Extended family in the area
-Did I mention the friends? They are pretty rad.
-Advanced planning required for visits to the fam
-Wouldn’t see Evan as much
-Have amazing friends in Chico and SF
-Am I really a So Cal type of gal?
There’s no rush to make this decision, and obviously other factors will come into play (ie finding a job and place to live) once I’m ready to make the leap. Mostly I think I’m excited that I have these options and there’s nothing holding me back. Ah, possibilities…