Monday, January 27, 2014

Where should you live?

I've lived in Utah for thirteen years now.

Thirteen years.

I was born in Utah, moved to Phoenix, Arizona as a baby, got dragged to Seattle as a six-year-old (I went to three elementary schools in first grade), and then came back to Utah for college when I turned eighteen.

That's six years in a super-hot city in Arizona, twelve years in the drizzly green northwest, and thirteen years in Utah.

I bring all this up because we can sell our house this year. We bought with a first time "here's some money from the federal government but if you sell in the first five years after buying you have to give it all back or we will KEEEEL YOU" thing, and since we put all the moneys into carpet and fixing warped water-damaged wooden floors, me and my husband decided that staying put was a good idea. But in August our parole time is up. And so I took this quiz to see where I should live.

The answer is London. Or Paris.

I like the four seasons we get here. But the air pollution in the Salt Lake winter is scary (I like my mountains to not be shrouded in brownish-deadly fog), and there's a part of me that longs for adventure. London or Paris would be an adventure...especially with three kids in tow.

And therein lies the getajob-sellthehouse-findahouse-pack!load!drive! scariness. Yikes!

This is more along the lines of what fog should look like. And trees. There must be trees.

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Two birthdays + Christmas + New Year's + another birthday =

WHEW! I have officially survived my baby's first birthday, my dad's birthday, Christmas Eve, Christmas, New Year's Eve (upon which I stayed up until nearly 10:30 p.m.), New Year's Day, and my oldest son's sixth birthday. To celebrate, I shall post this picture:

Christmas morning! Awww. Aren't my boys handsome?
I have been slacking with queries, but shall resume forthwith. Once I recover from all the holidays. Whew!