Clint and I are still undecided about California. There are so many good things about moving there. Pepperdine is ranked number 19th of business school from which to get an MBA and if Clint went to work there they would pay for him to get his degree. Also all his CPA requirements transfer seamlessly from Texas to California. My license is a little harder to get in California but once I get it there it is accepted in almost every other state (except Virginia...and I won't be coming back here!!). Also California recognizes an Associate's degree in MFT which means that I would not be looked at as just an intern- I could get a real job! Not to mention the weather, the beach, the fresh fruits and vegetables, the vibrant churches, the connections at the Marriage and Family clinic I have, belonging to the community of a smaller Christian college (that is on the beach!) and the fact that we know everyone will come and visit us if we live out there (because it is on the beach)!

So what is it that makes the decision so hard? I think that we are just beat up. We feel like we did something wild and crazy already and look how it turned out. Granted, we grew as people and as a couple but honestly- I would like to not grow or be stretched for a few months. I am tired. The idea of familiarity and comfortable sounds delightful to me. I like knowing the restaurants and the weather patterns and the people. I have missed that. I always play the “what’s the worst thing that could happen..?" game in these situations. The worst thing that could happen would be a repeat of Charlottesville except this time we would be far far away from both of our families and friends. That, in my opinion, is a pretty bad thing!

Mostly it is just that it is late at night and that is when I feel scared- of new things, of adventure, of the unknown. In the mornings, when the sun is shining, I can practically hear California calling my name.