So the relocation plunge may be accelerating slightly faster than I had anticipated.
I spoke with The Ravishing Mrs. TB two nights ago about it. To be perfectly honest with you, I think she may be more fed up with the whole thing than I am at this point (which is saying something). Yes, traffic is appalling and yes, in two years our traffic patterns should reduce once again when Nighean Dhonn is finished with her current school and we only have one school to drive to - but that does not fix the underlying problems that exist here.
What does that mean? It means a minimum of 6 years suddenly shifted to 2 years.
That includes a number of assumptions of course, like college will continued to be covered and I can find a job somewhere else if needed (and in all fairness, in two years I should have a much clearer picture of how my current job is going) - or I figured out something else that can support us somewhere else (unlikely, but possible). It also assumes that the economy here will stay at or above what it is now such that our home value will give us something when we sell.
But it is important because it can help to frame discussions, about what we have and what we do. Certain things - like continuing to reduce debt and become more frugal - take precedence as a required item (that ship is turning - slowly, but it is turning). Actually setting aside and saving money specifically for the purpose of (ultimately) not having to work becomes an item of discussion. And a discussion about what we have and what we need also becomes an increasingly relevant discussion (one I have struggled with for years but now am finally having some clarity about).
It is still potentially a long way hence and fraught with possibles and maybe-nots. But just the hint of change has a surprising power, a hint of energy I had not anticipated. Perhaps after feeling being in a rut for so long has left you with few options, the whiff of a different future is enough to waken long slumbering dreams, like the sun on February's daffodils.