Story of my life


I’ve been married for almost 10 years. We moved here because this is where my husband’s work is, and where he grew up. It’s always been a dream of mine to move back home to be by my family. Every so often, this dream would come up again but because of my husband’s work (and not wanting to leave) we would stay. And I would again try to make this my home and be happy here.

Now it’s been ten years of this and I still want to move. My husband wishes I were more happy and content, but he also thinks I should be able to do that here. I shouldn’t need to move somewhere in order to feel like myself again. Which I guess is what I wonder too- should I learn how to be content here and stay? Or is it okay to want to go? This spring I was able to get to a place, I think for the first time since being here, where I truly felt like myself and was happy here. And even then, I still wanted to live somewhere else. I feel like in my heart of hearts I don’t want to be here. Does that make me a bad, entitled, selfish human being?