annah

meh.
how does one resolve a conflict of relocation with one's significant other? i've torpedo'ed my "career" for the sake of moving to this little fishing village and being a waitress so that i can have the brain-space to start painting again, only for my fiancee to announce that he has a fafillion business opportunities that have fallen in to his lap... all requiring that he live on or near his family's farm property in bumfuck. now, i got no problem with bumfuck as long as it's coastal bumfuck. but if it's just landlocked rural america, why the hell wouldn't i just stay here and keep working for the museum? i throw my hands up in disgust. we are in a cease-fire on this one for the time being, but seeing as the moving van will be here next month and i've already resigned...
so i figure, i'll just keep on with my plan. i quit my job to move to this particular place; i wouldn't have done it to move to his farm. what in god's name would i do with myself on a farm? he claims there are restaurant jobs aplenty, but something tells me the money won't be as good in this crappy little town as it will in a coastal vacation spot. so i want my way and he wants his. i don't want to cave and go to the farm, he doesn't want to cave and go to the beach. at what point do you give in? one or the other of us doesn't get what they want, unless we split up, and then no one's happy but we live where we want to.
sorry, i haven't had enough coffee to post anything clever, so all you get is poorly written angst. i'll do better next time, internet, i promise.