Confessions of an addict

[urbpan]

I left my coffee on the counter this morning, so I went without until our break. I did manage to eat breakfast this morning, so I wasn't completely without energy. But my mood was in the toilet. I was glumly contemplating the "where are we going to move?" conversation cottonmanifesto and I had last night (see behind the cut if you are interested--most of you have read it before, but if you would like to help us out, by all means go ahead). I was despondent. Also my coworker, a competent but high strung person, was emanating so much anxiety about various issues at work, that I was near an anxiety attack. Until I had coffee I just shut down into myself.

Then I had coffee! Things aren't so bad! A move will be an adventure! We can work through our problems!
It's so weird to observe my mood, and how dependent it is on a chemical.



We want to move after my stepdaughter graduates high school. We have some very specific requirements that we aren't willing to budge on. Most of these we agree on. How reasonable these requirements are is up for debate: some are probably harder to acheive than others; some may be impossible, who knows? We don't fully agree on all of these requirements, which we obviously need to settle before trying to find a place.

cottonmanifesto requires: Near to the ocean (within a hours drive or so); Relatively warm (Rarely freezes, rarely snows, if ever); house not attached to other houses; at least a small yard (1/4 acre at least?, more preferable); job access: hospital/medical school

urbpan requires: Relatively warm (Rarely freezes, rarely snows, if ever); Near to city (what's my username again?); Community of like-minded people nearby (I'm scared of rednecks + bible thumpers); job access: zoo/wildlife center.

The issue we discussed last night is my fear that the area we were looking at (at that moment--it changes frequently), Humboldt county California, was not sufficiently urban for my comfort. Her worry was that any place urban enough for my comfort, that had a yard, would be out of our price range (300k or lower).

But as I said, now that I have some caffeine in me, I'm not letting uncertainty ruin my life. We'll figure it out.

Suggestions are welcome.

Comments

[hhw]

droserary - I didn't mean to sound like I thought you were saying it rained for 40 days and 40 nights. I was responding to cottonmanifesto's concerns about rain above.

[droserary.livejournal.com]

No problem. Though I agree with cottonmanifesto that 35 consecutive days of rain isn't all that misleading. Yeah, it's misty, but damn... Until I lived here through that, I didn't really mind rain, probably because the only rain I ever knew was intermittent downpours or a few days of nice heavy rain. I think I hate the mistiness more because umbrella's are completely ineffective in that kind of weather. And after 35 days of everything being completely wet, the moisture just gets to those who aren't used to it.

It's not the kind or amount of precipitation that I object to, it's the frequency. If I could decrease the frequency of the rain during the winter (without increasing the frequency of snow) and maintain all other aspects of the Pacific Northwest, I would consider staying here. But I'm just not used to it and think I'll never be able to adapt! Ah well