Hubby and I went for a day trip today. I thought the destination was only one hour away, max, but it took almost three (each way). Other than an extremely good lunch along the way, the destination was less than interesting. I told Hubby that we should cease trips around our current region and go elsewhere. We're both getting sick and tired of this region.

As mentioned a couple days ago, I'm very encouraged by my husband's interest in clearing some stuff out of the attic. We've put it off, but agreed tomorrow will be the official start. Getting him to get rid of anything is a major triumph. The goal is to make things easier for a future move. We won't be staying here for another year. Period! @whatever2013, yes, this is my way when I'm doing well. Thank you for the compliment and the support! I try not to be one the sits around too long "hoping" or lamenting. I try, if at all possible, to be action oriented and determined.

Our original reason for choosing our current location turned out to be a bust. I confess to being quite angry at my husband's friend, and to Hubby to a much lesser degree. We've also discovered that with the exception of his sister, his nephews can't really be counted on for much future assistance. I don't hold that against them. After all, it's their lives and choices. I'm just happy that we at least KNOW so we can adjust our future plans, accordingly. As a childless middle-aged couple, such planning is crucial. Yes, it's good to see things in a realistic and accurate light.

I told Hubby tonight that my therapist said that he thinks HE is likely in more need of therapy than me right now. Hubby is stubborn about getting a tdoc/pdoc, so I gave him an ultimatum. Either find a tdoc/pdoc and work to get out of his continuing depression, OR let's get more action oriented to seek out a situation that makes us happier and more secure. I'm ready to start the rest of my life sooner than later. I'm sick of living in someone else's house in a place that doesn't "click for me". I'm even sick of not having a pet. Yea, I'm sick of a lot of things and...I'm not going to take it anymore! Or as my dad would always say, "Let's get the show on the road!"