So first off, ya’ll are just fabulous. Posting encouragement, head pats, and general perspective. I know I gush about my little clan here a lot, but really. You are just the sweetest people anybody was ever lucky enough to stumble across online.
Second, I’m home. Back in the mountains, and damn it is cold! This is my first weekend back, and I have just about frozen my cute little ass off. Not even going to mention how dried out I feel all of a sudden; 90% relative humidity to 7% in a day is something of a shock to the system.
So poor little ol’ me is working things out, settling into a new routine, and trying to figure out which freakin’ time zone I’m functioning in at any given moment. The new job is still lots of fun – nerve wracking at moments but one hell of a challenge. And we all know how I love a challenge.
The moving discussion is ongoing. Biggest obstacle, as has been constant every moment for over four years now, will be Sharkman’s father. He’s not going to like the idea of me taking the kid out of state. I’m seriously considering offering him financial assistance to move along with us… except my girl doesn’t like that idea much. She’s fine with him moving too; not so fine with me offering to pay for some of it to get him to go along. Money’s a constant sore spot in our house.
My gut tells me this is unavoidable. That it would be fantastic to be in the same town as my best friend and her wife, to be working with her full time in person every day again. That it would be a place Sharkman would love, with the turtles and the crabs and the sting rays and the dolphins (and the alligators, but I don’t talk about those). That a small town would be good for the kid, and maybe for my soul.
But. But. But there’s no gay community, other than my two girls that are there, holding my place already. It’s conservative and deeply Christian.
I’ve been threatening for a long time to find a gorgeous, small town and then import every lesbian I know – stage a coup of sorts. What do you think? Could this be the place?
I don’t want to keep moving my kid. This will be – if it happens – the fifth move of his fairly short life (even if two of those happened really close together, I still count them separately). I worry that it will scar him; that he’ll grow up never wanting to go anywhere else ever again. I didn’t say it was a reasonable fear; it’s just my fear.
The NPO I left behind seems to be in a bizarre short-circuit cycle… I’ll have to post on that later.
And good lord do I have some thoughts and observations for you all about the people I met in my time on the beach! Town of less than 4,000 people, and an office of 58 women and three men. Totally fascinating.
But I’m home. And settling in. And still not smoking. Mostly.
You have full custody? You make more than him? I would take him back to court for permission to move, and help financially to fly kid/him back and forth.
Whirlwind for you eh? *hugs*
That is a tough one. I don’t think moving around would really hurt your kid. I know a couple people that have moved around like crazy. Some kids love it. Look at military brats. I not it sucks desciding something like that. Stick with your gut
as a military brat I would say that it depends on what ties the child has and how they act in town. If they seem good at change and making friends then that would be great! if not just sit down and talk with him.trust me the understand a lot more than you give them for..