A Joke without a Punchline.

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 Just When you Thought you had that Thong Wearing Beach Walking Confidence....




 I don't enjoy reading what makes people Facebook posting angry. I dislike hearing complaints in general.
In an effort to decrease complaints, this post has been named, "A Joke without a Punchline." There is a hint of negative, simply because it isn't funny yet. 
You know how sometimes things are terrible, but you can still make a joke. I knew this girl a million years ago.  She was pregnant before we were allowed to be...anyway, as a joke, I called her Preggy. We giggled about it, even though it was a big deal. It took the some of the heaviness out of the situation, even if it was only for a moment.

Allow me to update with bullets:

• We live in Nashville
• I've been taken down a few pegs.(That will make a few people happy)
• My pride was stepped on....I mean my pride was stepped upon...uh, someone stepped on my pride. (Oh well).

When we told my father we were both quitting our jobs to move to Nashville, at first he thought we were joking.  Then he said, "Tara, I'm a Bird in the Hand  kind of guy."
At the time I thought, "Yeah, Dad, I know. You like to play it safe.  You, the father who unplugged my curling iron three seconds after I plugged it in to the wall. You who constantly check the dryer to make sure the door is open and it is turned off. You who are SO cautious. Yeah, I know. You weigh the risk, and if there is any, you don't take it."  
I am a Class A idiot. 
What I should have thought, "Yeah Dad, I know. You are cautious because you have a lot to lose. You work insanely hard to provide for situations of just in case. You didn't take the risks, so that we could"

So my father is right. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. I know I had a great life in Chattanooga. I was secure, happy, and healthy. I had a support system. We had a support system.
We decided to leave behind a lot of love and support, for the adventure of the unknown. 
To be honest, if I had known starting over at work would be this hard, I would have never left.  


Let me now be very clear. I do not for one second regret moving.  Just because I want to quit, does not mean I will. Let me also say my father was in full support of us even though he knew it was risky. I love him for that.



So we are here. Work is hard,  I'm not complaining. I am waiting for the punchline.