East Bound and Down?

My Yankee stereotype of South Carolina, and all states south of the Mason Dixon

So, as most of you know, Sean has finally gotten the information about when he will be leaving for his training in South Carolina. Originally, we planned for him to go and for Aiden and I to stay. It would be really reallly reallllllly hard to be apart for sixth months, but we were not going to uproot ourselves AGAIN.

And then we got the information for the apartments down there. And they're totally gorgeous, and pretty affordable, and there are parks and gardens and beaches and children's museums. Now we're in a conundrum of whether to go all together, or stay here while Sean goes. There are a million reasons pro and con, and everyday we wake up with a new decision.

"We're going! I've found tons of amazing things for Aiden to see down there"
"We're staying. What about the house?!"
"We're going! We have to stay together"
"We're staying. We'll be fine here"

You get the idea. It's totally up in the air right now. Parts of me are dying to go, because I just don't want to be apart from Sean anymore. I thought we were done with that part. Also, I'm dying to just see what it's all about down there, and to live within forty-five minutes of the ocean. And selfishly, I'd like to experience living out of New York state once before we get too settled here.

But parts of me are dreading another move, a move after we agreed we'd never in a million years ever leave our beloved town, with all of our family and friends. I dread the packing, the fourteen hour drive, apartment living with a toddler, and being away from my mom.

How could we separate these guys again?

I've spent a lot of time on the internet, looking at pictures of the apartment complexes complete with pools and gyms and hiking trails right outside your door. I've found beautiful beaches, and historic plantations with miles of rice patties and floating gardens. I've even found a state park with a whole water park in it meant for children and toddlers, just down the road from where we'd be.

Then I think about the meltingly hot and muggy summer weather. I think about how we're in the middle of getting the house ready for any children we'd like to have in the near future. Then I remember how Charleston is filled with monuments to the "War of Northern Aggression" and how the Christian Knights, part of the Ku Klux Klan, are still active in South Carolina (oh yeah, that one freaked me out).

Like I said: we have no idea what we're going to do yet. In my heart I think we're going to go, because once an idea like that creeps into my head, I have to follow through, no matter how much I know I'm going to miss home and family, because I can't turn down and opportunity for adventure.