Yesterday afternoon, the boss called me into his office. He informed me that he was thinking of moving the business to South Carolina, and wanted to know if I would consider relocating.
Ummmmmmmm...... HELLS, YEAH!!
The winters here in upstate New York are killing me. The older I get, the tougher it seems to be to spend several MONTHS of every year scraping ice off windshields and shoveling snow and putting on several layers of clothing before stepping out the door .........
I'm tired of it. It used to be that the warm summers and beautiful autumns offset the miserable winter months, but anymore? Not so much.
And we are taxed to DEATH here in the great state of New York. Taxes just keep going up, and up, and up. It's like the state and local governments aren't even TRYING to control costs anymore ...... and we taxpayers are getting screwed.
Reasons to stay? Um ......... there really aren't any. Yes, my mom is here, but with her decline into Alzheimer's, she's not really here, if you know what I mean. Two of my sisters are here, but one of them, TIB, is convinced I am the Antichrist, and the other one, Ditzy, just isn't a factor.
So! If the boss says pack up, I'm packing. Now, he has run this particular scenario up the flagpole before and nothing ever came of it, and I'm sure that is probably the case this time, but if he asks me to go? I'm gone.