Still in the South (Part II)

I’ve bitched and complained about this very topic multiple times on this blog, perhaps ad nauseam. I really want to write out the whole story, if for no reason other than my own self-indulgence. Read on if you like, if you don’t care to hear me piss and moan about the past year of my life, I beg you: Please skip this post.



What all of this means in relation to our initial plan of living in New Orleans for a year and moving on is that the plan has been thrown out. Everything about that plan revolved around two things:



1. Lindsey would qualify to join a travel nursing agency after one year, and

2. The first year would be a good one, in which we found ourselves content in our solitude.



Neither of these conditions were met in the first year.



We still want to move again, possibly out of the south, because the south is all we’ve ever known. The problem is that we don’t know when. Now that we have finally reach a place of serenity here in New Orleans, we don’t want to give it up just yet.



The two places we were hoping to move to were:



1. New York

2. Portland, Or



We both love New York…pretty much because it’s New York, but we also have a few close friends who live there. We very much want to live near these friends at least for a short time.



The same holds for Portland. We have very close friends and family in Portland that we would like to be around.



This is all pretty easy for Lindsey to handle. She isn’t in any big rush to do anything, especially now that we have reached a livable arrangement in New Orleans.



I, on the other hand am not dealing with it nearly as well. I find that I am fairly neurotic at times, and for reasons unknown can’t stop thinking about moving, despite the fact that I am finally happy where I am.