All the way home from Missouri, I was thinking and planning about how I would persuade Vince that we need to move back to Missouri. It must be done gradually. It’s best to do it slowly . . never come home from a trip there and announce such a life changing desire. It’s even better if I can somehow talk in circles enough to where he ends up suggesting we move back without me ever having to ask.
The plan was . . over the next few weeks I would talk about how pretty it is there — green! Grass grows there and it’s green! There are no grasshoppers. There are no scorpions. There are fewer black widows. No rattlesnakes! I would, of course, not mention snow and ice. I would talk about Table Rock Lake and Truman Lake and all the pretty streams. But I would do it ever so slowly and convincingly! I wouldn’t mention anything til at least next week.
I hadn’t been home long and he said “It’s hard for you to leave there, isn’t it?” I said “Yes! I don’t want to live in Texas any more! I want us to move back to Missouri!”
He just looked at me .. like he couldn’t believe I was saying that! I said “I’ll feel differently next week!” . . but I don’t think I will.
I had been holding out hope that Chad would eventually transfer to Texas but he told me this trip that there’s a slim chance . . probably no chance . . that they’ll move here. He loves the southwest Missouri and I wouldn’t be surprised if he doesn’t end up back near Nevada, MO. I’m happy for him that they both like it there and he has the option to stay in the area but now . . I have to figure out a way for us to get back there at some point. By the time Vince retires, which may be sooner rather than later, Chad should have a more permanent position/location. I don’t necessarily want to live in the same town (or house <G>) with them, but I would like to be no more than 3 hours from them.
Time will tell but . . Texas has lost some of it’s glory now that I’m pretty sure Chad, Nicole and Addie will not be moving here ever.