Every now and then someone will ask, "Aren't you moving somewhere? Wasn't it Hawaii or something?"
We aren't moving somewhere, not yet. We're still here or something.
I don't want to immerse myself in a lengthy description of the housing market, the possibility that it is an economic bubble monster of incomprehensible volume. But the bubble monster is real and we are really stumped, and it is despairingly frustrating.
I am fully aware of my blessings and I am fully aware that there are worse circumstances one can be in, but right now I am feeling sad; sort of a debilitating disappointment, or a gnawing grief. And mixed with my sadness is an embarrassing awareness that there are no guarantees.
"Life is either a daring adventure or nothing." -Helen Keller