There are so many people. So much traffic. The shortest distance I drive is a 15 minute commute. On an average, every car trip we take is about a half an hour long. My friends of older children warn me that I will become a taxi mom as soon as they start school, sports, and other endless activities. I am already starting to get a glimpse of this. I drive my son to school, half an hour there, half and hour back, and I repeat this commute for pick up. That is a 2 hour drive every day. This would be less if we lived near the school we attend, but that comes with a price, the price of living in that particular neighborhood.
Beautiful, brand new, significant sized homes.
Imagine having an amazing house. Being able to stay home to raise your kids. Being able to have savings in the bank, and being able to save for retirement. Is that even possible? It hasn't been for us.
We haven’t even started doing sports yet.
All of these things take up a significant chunk of our time. Commuting. Cost of Living. Endless Choices. Obligations. I don’t want to cut any of it out. And if you asked me to continue cropping, I wouldn’t know what else to prune.
But deep down, I wonder if I could really leave my people? I could leave the weather, the endless amount of stores, the conveniences available here, but I don’t believe I could leave my people. They are my anchors for staying put. Yet, if I really start to think about it, some of my key relationships have become a little shaky lately. The anchors that keep me here are not as stable as they used to be.