My folks are definitely not moving here. I pretty much knew they wouldn't but there was that tiny inkling of hope that they would.
Now WHY do I about this?
I got a call from my younger sister. The one who just got married in May? Well, she called to let me know that she and her husband were going to buy a new house. ACTUALLY, it's going to be a group purchase. My parents are going to rent out their current home, put some money in, and live with my younger sister and my new BIL. It'll be a better living environment for my Dad. He's got bad knees and my folks' current home only has upstairs bedrooms. My sister's new home will have a bedroom and sitting area on the bottom floor that'll belong to my folks.
So...due to the fact that they'll be living with my sister...I don't see my folks moving out here.
I'm a little perturbed. A little left out. A little hurt. The final realization of it. It's my own problem. I know. I feel like a little kid again hoping to get some attention from my parents. I know I shouldn't expect my parents to move near me. But like I said before, I had hoped they would.
Maybe it's a good thing though. There's a slim possibility that the Hubs will get a new job. And it's possibly on the East Coast. Now that my folks' are definitely going to stay in San Diego, there's no tie for the Hubs and I to stay here where we're at. We can move freely out to the East Coast if need be.
[slam]
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