The Grass Is Greener On The Other Side
I am not very patriotic. I appreciate the fact that I live in a land that stands for freedom. I know that there are some places that I could not live in because of my beleifs. I also know that there are other countries that could not handle my position as a woman and my loud bitchy mouth.
Every time this year people start asking “Making plans for the 4th?”. I dread it, I really do. I don’t make plans for the 4th. I don’t get excited, I don’t plan any cookouts. If I get invited somewhere I will go and participate but I don’t go all out trying to enjoy the holiday. Lots of people tend to take this wrong. I get called un-American….ALOT. And truth be told, I would love to move out of the country. I tend to think of places like Amsterdam or Germany. Places where you don’t hear about a big blowup over a shoddy election. Places that don’t appear to be suffering so badly that people are begging for crumbs in the street (maybe they are…just ain’t heard anything like that). The only thing holding me back are my hubs and kids. I am not so selfish that I would demand that we uproot our entire family so that I can live somewhere else.
Whenever this topic has come up I hear “people always think the grass is greener on the other side”. I don’t necessarily think that life would be 100% better elsewhere, I do think it could improve. Obviously there has to be some level of improvement to even consider that kind of move. But until the day comes where the kids and hubs wants to move I am here. Prepping myself for the upcoming onslaught of shock and dismay at my lack of enthusiasm over the 4th.