Xy and I finally had the talk Sunday, on whether to stay here in New Orleans.
(At the beginning of the year, I said we’d discuss this toward the end of the year.)
It took less than five minutes. There really didn’t seem to be too much to say. Moving is a big pain, and we anticipate being preoccupied with birth and childrearing and such. And we still nurture some glimmer of hope for New Orleans. We both seemed to feel the same way.
So we’re staying.
For another year, at least. We seem incapable of planning ahead much further than that.