Willing but hardly eager

The possibility of us moving to the mainland has always been out there on the Ethers, especially now that Josh will be stationed at Everett with the U.S.S. Lincoln this summer. The coven has been pushing pretty hard and I have to admit, they do indeed have an excellent point. Our participation has always been hampered by the 2 hour (one way) distance between us and the covenstead, there are *many* opportunities available to me that I just cannot persue living on the Island. Our Elders have been amazingly flexible, especially as I'm a very active 2nd but we've ten mid-week rituals in 2007, which exhausts me just thinking about it! (I'm convinced mid-week rituals are going to kill me.)

My biggest concerns are somewhat frivilous in nature - I don't want to live in a city and have really come to adore "the Island life", I hate driving in traffic (I get claustrophobic when surrounded by other cars) and of course, the biggee, I love our little rural home. Property values on the mainland are MUCH higher than on the Island, even in Arlington (which is my target area), so it would possibly be a step down in our quality of life. I'm a vain thing, so that bothers me. It would have to be almost the perfect situation or I don't want to do it, i.e. fireplace, outdoor ritual space (lots of privacy), big yard and a garage. Best case scenario - a farm house with a couple of acres for the dogs and rabbits near a college that offers a masters in psychology.

Anna and I talked about this today and she offered the idea of setting a tenative timeline of moving in a year. That way we have plenty of time to plan, don't feel rushed and can do tons of research. She's volunteered to drive me around to look at neighborhoods. And, with any luck, can save a couple of grand for moving and set up expenses. She about made me cry when she said "Hon, I'd give anything to have you here. Please consider this". I'm getting weepy just thinking about it.

I have to go blow my nose now.

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Finally, an explanation I can live with

Color me flabergasted. I'll set the scene:

I'm slowly moving about the house getting it ready for the dedication ritual later tonight. I'm not stressing because my dear friend Ruth gave me great advice about not getting all OCD over the state of the house (which can clearly be summed up as being somewhere between "dear Gods don't let my mother drop by unannounced" and "the govenor has called out the state guard"). I'd just lit our ambiance candles, otherwise known around here as "element candles for dummies", and set the CD player to play "The Hunt for Red October" soundtrack softly in the background and returned to the living room.

Danielle stares. Josh stares. They stare some more. Finally she speaks: "You should wear stuff like that more often". I look down confused. I'm wearing a brick red GE golf shirt I got from my mother, a pair of jeans I've snatched from the hubby's closet severely belted because they are too big and my Yule mocassins. "You mean preppy shit like golf shirts?" I ask. She nods, hubby nods, I'm confused. "Why?"

"They make you look yummy" was the unanimous response. Realization creeps up on me with all the subtlety of a Friday night hookup. Oh dear Gods - I'm the Preppy Priestess.

*headdesk*