Today is a big day...I turned 30, ten minutes ago. So far only my mom and Sean have remembered. That is a lie, Trevor just sent me an e-card. He's so great. So 30, yeah...I can handle this. I don't feel old, I'm still the youngest of most of my friends. It is more of, I feel a super tramendous need to get the hell out of Sebring. I just feel I am being smothered here, wasting away in a town not meant for moi`. I mean Sean and I have two of the easiest careers to just pack up and move. I FINALLY want to live somewhere I WANT to live not, I got a job and now I am moving there. I'm think Pacific Northwest, Northeast, Northern Florida, or...get this...Little Rock, AR!?! See, Sean and I took this best place for you to live quiz from http://www.findyourspot.com/. It tallies you votes and gives you the top 25 best places you should live based on your prefrences and ironically we both had Little Rock very high on our list. We got to talking and so long as I didn't have to teach or Sophia could go to private school, we wouldn't mind living there. Tollerable weather, season, fun smaller city atmosphere, and cheaper home prices. It is like the bottom of my personal list but it is still on it. Eugene, OR is my first choice personally and on my list. Sean likes Portland more. All I know is with the live bombs being dropped this summer at the bombing range 15 miles away, the fake small town charm I can't stand, and the small minded conservative homebodies who live here...I need to move for my own sanity. Oh and it is butt-frickin' hot for 6 months of the year. And I never thought I say thins, but James was right when he once told me all the sunshine gives you a headache after awhile.
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