We are moving.
For a wonderful opportunity in a beautiful part of the country; our clan is trading in our flip flops for cowboy boots, and relocating to Nashville, Tennessee.
After a serious discussion on the new job, housing market, schools, taxes, finances, blah, blah, blah, I realized there was only one sticking point in an otherwise fabulous opportunity.
The Central Time Zone.
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Me: What do you mean, Nashville is central time? Knoxville is right next door and it’s not!
Husband: Actually, they’re like 180 miles apart, but it’s irrelevant. Nashville is in fact in the central time zone.
Me: Well, then we can’t move.
Husband: What are you talking about? It’s only an hour difference. And besides, you’ve lived in central time before, remember?
Me: Stops packing boxes.That was ten years ago and I’m still catching up on my sleep.
Husband: Heaving sigh. Look at the bright side, we’ll watch the news at 10:00 at night and Saturday Night Live at 10:30. We might actually stay awake for an episode.
Me: Sure, they lure you in with that promise, but then they tape delay the Today Show and Dick Clark’s Rockin’ Eve. It’s a constant mind game. How am I supposed to trust that little clock in the corner... Continue Reading >> |