Well, just when you thought our lives couldn’t get any more insane, Toby Joe is offered a transfer to the Los Angeles office for the company he works for. I’m besides myself with freak.
We would have to be there in May. And the project would begin then, too. They would pay for ABSOLUTELY everything this time, so that’s why I didn’t shut down the idea entirely. And the pay is good, too. Plus, we’d only need to be there for about 8 months. They have an apartment picked out (corporate apartment in North Hollywood, which is really close to two wonderful friends) and a company car we can use as well.
But I’m worried about the cats. I don’t think they can take another cross-country move. But I am not sure I can live without them for 8 months either. The company says that they will fly them there and take care of any vet bills should they need check ups. I’m just not sure Schmitty can handle it. I mean, he’s getting older every minute.
This has been brewing here for about a week now, and it’s caused much tummy stress and heavy discussions between the two of us. I love New York and, this time, I wasn’t ready to EVER leave again. I guess LA has much better weather than San Francisco does. And we do have really great friends who live there.
Are we crazy? Will someone please tell me why this kind of thing ALWAYS happens to us? My dreams last night turned to nightmares of flying over mountain roads while in a helicopter. We were barely above ground most of the time, and kept bumping into objects along the way.
Man, I am tired. Man, I don’t want to deal with this again.