Snow Miser

I live in Ohio. I don't mean to live in Ohio but that's how it worked out. My parents divorced, Mom's family was here so this is where we came. I've tried to escape a few times but always get sucked back in. Like Ohio is a vortex I can't escape. A snowy, gloomy vortex. 


I want to live somewhere snow doesn't happen. Depressed people need sunlight. All people need sunlight!


This past winter was especially bad. We didn't get to see the sun. I'm not kidding, the only good thing about snow is the way it sparkles in the sun. But we didn't have sun. I think the manufacturers of Zoloft worked out a deal with Snow Miser and the sun wasn't allowed to come out. Either that or God hates Ohio as much as I do. Either way, I say to my ex. "I hate Ohio, lets move." Now I didn't think for a second he'd say okay to this but he said. "I hate it too. Pick somewhere. Anywhere you want to go, I'll go too." 


What??!!


I would never take the kids away from their Father so I'd reconciled myself to living in Ohio until the kids were older. But he agreed...I figured I'd better move on this before he changed his mind. Or got one of those snow loving girlfriends.


Being a part of the medical field has many perks. Job security because someone is going to fall off something or trip over something and need a hip replaced. (I can say this because I myself have had four surgeries from falling on...wait for it...snow...okay it was ice but the two go hand in hand.) Another perk is travel positions. I could take a temporary job for the summer, we could all check out the area and decide if it's somewhere we'd like to live. My first choice. North Carolina. I'd lived there when I was little and I'd always wanted to go back. Beaches, lakes, lots of things to do and best part... 


It doesn't snow much.


I called an agency and before I knew it I had a travel position lined up for the summer. My ex and I worked it out that he'd keep the kids for the first half of the summer then bring them to me for the second half. It will be hard to be away from them. The longest I've ever been away from them is five days. But I can get the lay of the land and they can have some quality Daddy time. North Carolina, here I come!