We were on vacation last week. We didn't do much of anything in particular, but it was still way better than working. We slept in, we ate whatever we wanted whenever we wanted, we went swimming, saw friends, played with the cutest baby ever (oh, I wish I'd had my phone handy when they woke her up to take her home. She was all bleary eyed as she looked around in pure confusion. "What are you people doing here? I'm in my pajamas. Go home. Wait, where are we?"), went to Bahama Buck's TWICE, and otherwise had just a very nice time.
Frankly, I'd like to be on vacation all the time, but then I think I wouldn't enjoy it as much. It's the contrast of something really enjoyable against something mundane and repetitive and mildly soul-crushing that makes vacations so great. It's not that I didn't have to set an alarm, it's that I have to set one every other week of the year. Work is actually what makes vacations great.
We were talking about how nice it would be if we could move into my parents' rental house. Community college is cheaper in Arizona (as in less than half of what it is here), although the ASU is more than the U and Weber State. Although if we were living for cheaps, it might not be as big of a deal. Plus all of my family lives in Arizona, and Adam's lives close-ish. Frankly, without the financial assistance of renting from my folks, I don't know how we'll ever afford children. There's no one here who could watch our kid for cheap/free, so I'd have to go back to work. And I don't want to have a baby so I can work to pay for daycare.
But...yeah. I don't know. While moving to Arizona does make a great deal of sense--probably more sense staying here where the weather is terrible and I miss my family--I feel antsy. Adam is ready to start packing rightnow! but I'm more hesitant. Though with all the newspapers I read, it does make me want to get out of our house now. Apparently homes may still be overvalued quite a bit and likely to continue losing value for the next couple years. Exciting, right?
Really, I'm not sure why I'm so nervous. Assuming someone wants to buy our condo (and we'd sell it for basically what we owe; our neighbor is trying to sell for nearly 10k more than that), it seems like it would all be pluses. Unless we couldn't find jobs, I guess. But I think we're pretty employable. Ugh. Someone tell me they did some big life change that they were really nervous about and then it all ended up being nothing but amazing. Please?