My grandparents had talked about going to Florida this weekend to see my niece, but decided instead to wait until next weekend, leaving the day after Thanksgiving. I’ve asked for that Friday off so I’ll get to go with them. So we’ll have 12 hours of driving on Friday, spend all day Saturday with my family, and then 12 hours of driving back on Sunday. Ugh. The last two times the husband and I went to Florida, we decided to fly instead because we were so tired of that long drive. But a plane ticket isn’t in my budget right now and the Delta connections flight to Atlanta that we always took from our local airport is closing down. Now our tiny local airport will have only flights to Orlando twice a week, which makes coming back on Sunday impossible because the flights are just Monday and Friday.
Anyway, not going to Florida this weekend actually works out for me so I can spend the time working on revisions of LIBBY. And write a little bit on the NaNoWriMo book when I need a break from LIBBY. I’m up to 31,000 words in the NaNo book now.
My mom still has not sent me pictures of the baby, like she said she would. I don’t know if she’s even gone home from the hospital yet. She ended up not going home Thursday night, but I haven’t heard about whether she spent the night there again last night. So maybe one day I’ll get to see what my niece looks like. I really hate living so far away from my parents and siblings and not being a real part of their lives. The husband and I talk about moving back to Florida (well, back for me, he’s never lived there) but if we do, then we’d be far away from my extended family and his parents and sister and nephews. Sometimes I think the only fair option is to move to Georgia and live halfway between everyone.
Yeah, it’s always tough to figure stuff like that out, isn’t it? We have relatives in GA (from both sides of DH’s family)…but we’ve never gone there. In fact, we tend to spend all our trips on the southwestern parts of the US — Utah, CA, AZ. We rarely fly, either, even though it’s about 16 -18 hours to get to San Diego, sigh. When my grandpa died, my DH, brother, and I drove all the way home in one day (it took us about 15 1/2 hours). I almost prefer that, except it’s impossible now with kiddos.
Happy Thanksgiving, Shana!
tnx
nice 🙂
;))
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