Where Are We Going?

I have been reluctant to ever mention it in writing...

I was driving down the hill this afternoon, a car caught up and its window went rolling down. It was our neighbor across the street. H, apparent noticed the “for Lease” sign our agent put up for a week, and asked, “Where are you going?” All right, we are going to move to live in China for a year or two. Shocking, eh!? We have not the absolute necessity to live here or there. In another word, we can be here or we can be there. It’s nice for the husband to feel the outward popularity there. That alone though makes it too much of a luxury for him to take. The scale weighs down on the same side of the globe where we consider Sienna needs to be so she could pick up her Mandarin when she starts Grade one. For me, it’s all easy this way or that way, except overcoming my inert nature is always a difficult task. I am kind of just letting it unfold by itself. It feels easier that I don’t know where we are going. We will just end up there.