I live very far North.
My parents are local as is sis.
We go round twice a week for dinner, once because my dad teaches my DD fiddle, the other because the children have their swimming lessons in town and it has been handy to pop up, see Granny and Grandad get fed ;)
Mostly I get on with my family but sometimes they drive me batty, my sister, I am sure unwittingly, crushes my spirit with her love of putting down pretty much everything I say, do or suggest.
She honestly would be upset if she knew but it is so constant it is draining.
Sometimes my mum and she, would do it together, for amusements sakes. If ever I say, that is upsetting, they just say, ach we are just teasing.
Anyway, that aside.
For a couple of years I have wanted to get out.
DH and I came back to my home town 'just for a couple of years' that turned into 10, included our wedding nd two children along the way.
DH now has taken a job that has him away from us for 6 week stretches, back to us for 2 weeks.
The money is Great! But we lose a Daddy.
The next contract is in this country and we are thinking we could join him.
Although he would still be working silly hours so we would be there but he kinda wouldn't be, if you follow. Except for his one day off and then the two weeks.
Should we go?
Going would gain, our family back together, a new fresh, independent start, and bigger and better house (we are in a little two bed, DD and DS have to share a room. they are only 6+4 and Love sharing though) and all that living in the central belt could offer.
But, it would lose, free fiddle lessons, family being close, a fantastic dancing teacher, free and brilliant swimming lessons (I have a family card at the local pool with my dad, it covers the children's classes, he pays for the monthly fee) and a lovely school.
I have also made some really good friends up here who have said that they will miss me.
The future for living down there would mean that if DH has to go abroad again ( the current contact would be about a year long) he would be about an hour away from the airport instead of 5. So, once we were settled it would be an easier commute.
I am totally torn because although I have longed to get away from here (my family) for sooooo long, I would be giving up so much.
I grew up here, moved away to college, then came back.
I never imagined myself coming back, as I said, it was only meant to be a short regroup up here.
Now here I am, dithering!
DH isn't too bothered. He likes it up here, though he does fancy the move (the independence from my family) he would also be happy to travel as far as it took to get home to us.
Up to this point it has taken him two days to get home because he had to use public transport, now he has bought himself a car (which he can leave at his parents house whilst he is abroad) he would be home far quicker.
Argh, wwyd??