If life were one of those “choose-your-own-adventure” novels, I think I’m in one of those places where I would’ve cheated and flipped back to a big decision in order to choose another path. 

See, the hubs actually had the option of PCS-ing (that’s military lingo for Permanent Change of Station – or moving for all you civilians) within the next year, or signing on to stay here for another 3-4 years.  In all rationality, we have every reason to stay here.  Our unfinished home and the lousy housing market didn’t exactly motivate us about putting our house on the market, and the hubs is trying to finish his degree while still working full-time (and putting up with my incessant project list), so staying in one place would certainly make that easier. 

It truly was the responsible, adult decision. 

Which is probably why I’m now – too late – having second thoughts.  (By the way, I find the idea of having no regrets to be incredibly cliché.  People say that because it sounds good.  Brave.  But I think it’s safe to say that almost everyone at least questions the “rightness” of certain decisions they’ve made.  Except maybe Lindsay Lohan.) 

We would have been getting our orders right about now… finding out where we’d be moving on our next big adventure.  But instead, we’re still here.  As someone who’s moved every 2-3 years for the past 10 years, it’s a little unnerving. 

Like the surfer girl in my painting, I like not knowing in which direction I’m headed. 

Okay, maybe I’m a little too brunette – and a little too pasty – to be the surfer girl.  But you get my gist. 

Anyhoo, I’ve mentioned my Life ADD before.  It ain’t pretty.  And I’m currently off my meds. 

(psssst…. I’m not really on meds – I was just trying to explain that I’m gettin’ pretty antsy over here.) 

The hubs has tried his best to thwart its ugly recurrence over the past several months by keeping me busy trying not to kill plants, taking me to exotic places and throwing me out of a plane, and helping me cultivate my cultural curiosities by helping me buy art and surprising me with theater tickets.  (I think he subconsciously knew this was inevitable – even while I happily – ignorantly – smiled and nodded and agreed that yes, staying here would be the best decision.  Does this mean he knows me better than I know me?  Freaky.) 

So what does this mean?  According to me, it’s time to start another resolution.  (Aside from completing all of our other rooms in this house.  We’re in the process of picking out flooring for our living room right now, but I’m still working on haggling our price – more on that process soon.) 

And this is where you come in. 

I’ve been toying with several options and we’re going to take a vote.  Most of them involve taking some type of class.  What can I say?  There’s not much else to do around here, and I’m pretty much stuck. 

Now, I know you’re out there.  I don’t know who you are, but I can see that there are, in fact, actual people out there who sometimes read this.  (THANK YOU for that, by the way.  I know I’ve been flaky lately, but I’m telling you – the renovation projects are far from over.) 

Your vote is completely anonymous. All you have to do is click the bubble next to the option you choose, and then click the vote button.  Simple! 

Because I’m throwing a couple long-shots in there, I can’t guarantee I’ll follow through with whatever option gets the most votes.  But I’m gonna try.  (You just can’t give me a timeline for some.  Okay?  Okay.)  Also, I may end up doing them all, but I certainly won’t not never do any.  Huh? 

Your vote means the world to me.  I can’t make decisions on my own.  Here we go…