It's officially too fecking cold here. I'm sorry, but it's the truth. This country is inhabitable, I swear that it has been largely uninhabited for most of this time with good reason.
I'm tired of my life, people. I need a major lifestyle change. I'm tired of living in a rural subdivision, dependent on the car for everything. People here DRIVE to get their mail. All my neighbours are obese. Their dogs are obese.
I'm next if I don't get out of here.
The thing is, I don't think I want to stay here in the Great White North any more. I know this is a good country. I am thankful. But I've been here, I've done this. I'm tired. I'm cold. Way too cold.
Husband is in California. Get to go with him to California in March. I'm looking forward to it as I've never been that far west.
The trip that really haunts me, though, are my trips to England.
I'm doing my undergrad + Masters in four years. The degree I am getting can buy me a ticket to work in Europe. English-speaking Europe, so that means Ireland, Scotland, Wales and England. I'm not kidding. The Europeans come to our school trying to hire us away before we graduate. No, I'm not kidding.
The husband is English. I have English / EU right of abode because my parents were both born in Europe. I am *this* close to deciding to go. I am haunted by my trips there. The architecture, the villages, the travel opportunities.
The four weeks vacation. Paris. Barcelona. Amsterdam. Edinburgh. London. You get the picture.
Am I just cabin crazy? Would you move to Europe if you had the chance? I mean, I really, really have the chance. My husband has dual citizenship. I am just paperwork away from dual citizenship plus my degree is very portable. Hmmmm.