Ready to Move On

I am so bored with and sick of Columbia.

I am going stir crazy and I want out. NOW.

I think that my lifetime aversion for this city has been thus far masked by the whole newlywed thing. So far all of that marriage bliss mumbo jumbo has kept me occupied, happy and willing to not think about where we live, because I am living here with Hubs and that is perfection.

But, after 10 months (TEN MONTHS!!!!) of living here, I am ready for a change. I am literally on the edge of my seat, waiting to move to the Wild State. Crazy, huh?

I know that it is all my fault. I have never seen Columbia as home, never wanted to. It has always been a place of transition for me--a place for Hubs and I to just hang out (so to speak) until we moved on to the Wild State and then who knows where after that.

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God. I complain so much.
What this post really should have been about was how incredibly blessed I am to have been able to live in three different places in the span of 4 years and not about how miserable I am in this perfectly wonderful city.
Its funny (in an ironic not hilarious way) how quickly and easily we can be put in our place, reminded of our blessings.

I quite literally just received a text message from Hubs informing me that a man has just chosen to die this morning.
This man is the husband of an OR nurse that works very closely with Hubs on a daily basis.
This man has been on a ventilator for close to a month now.
As a child, he had his entire chest cavity radiated to treat the lymphoma that would kill him.
The early treatment completely destroyed his lung and heart tissue that now in his middle age can no longer support him.
He chose this morning to take himself off the of the ventilator that he can't live without.
Hubs said that today would be a long and painful day for him as he struggled to breath in his final breaths, but that today would be his last.

There's nothing quite like perspective to kick you in the ass and show you who's boss. And, I am talking about myself here.

I wonder what that sweet man would give to have just one more week in this city, or one more day with his beloved wife and children.

I should be shouting from the rooftops, "I LIVE IN COLUMBIA. AND I LOVE IT!"
because that would mean that I am still here--that I am still alive.

And if that's the case, then I guess that I really having nothing to complain about, do I?

If you have a chance and think about, send up a thought or prayer or whatever your form of well-wishing is for Richard.