At least King Willie wont be our mayor now.

This blog is proving far more difficult for me than I had anticipated. First, I feel pigeonholed by a need to keep things humorous. Secondly, I don't like short entries. Lastly, this is such an emotional and complicated time for me that most of the time I am at a loss for words to convey my feelings accurately. We are being torn every which way emotionally and logically. Our acquaintances think we are not only crazy, but stupid. Who would give up a well paying job with benefits and sell a house in order to move to the city with the 3rd highest level of crime in the U.S? If we aren't being warned about the heat, we're being warned of "rednecks," and on down the brutally un-PC and terrible trains of thought of the people who surround us. The logic behind "we're not happy here" is lost on most, because happiness is equated with the aforementioned well paying job. If we were 22 and fresh out of college, our plans would not be questioned and would most likely be encouraged. However, we have spent far too many years in midwestern middle class paradise. To most our next step should be to move to a bigger house in a better neighborhood and bear some children. Anything less is a step backwards.


It isn't as if we need external approval from our peers for our choices, it's the fact that these are people who we considered our friends who we now realize know absolutely nothing about us. Now I've started second guessing things in really philosophical ways-- such as do we 'deserve' to move to Memphis? Is it selfish and wrong to give up a good job in the middle of a recession? A job that Z was lucky to get no less, after the two of us were laid off. Are we just immature/narcissistic new millenials or whatever who have no appreciation of a solid job and nice home? You'd be surprised how "deep" these questions get at around 3 am.