Status Quo

In true Fogliani fashion, I didn't sign Josie and Owen up for preschool today. Instead I called around and made appointments at 3 more preschools for tomorrow. In the last 3 months I have visited more than 10 preschools. Either I am extremely passionate about my children's education or I just have too much time on my hands.

It has made me realize why most people don't travel too far from where they grew up. There is a great sense of security knowing that you are sending your children to a school that you attended or that your nieces and nephews attended. Here I have very little security in any decision I make. I guess you could say I am forging new territory. A pilgrim of sorts.

I distinctly remember learning about pilgrims in fifth grade. How they gave up everything they knew at home for the possibility, not the promise, of a better life. I distinctly remember thinking they were out of their minds. Nothing could ever be as comfortable as the comfort of your own home, your neighborhood, and the couch with your body softly indented in the corner cushions.

So why I am here? Why I am doing this? Why did I marry a man who on my first date told me he was never moving to Southern California? I can't say that I really know for certain. But there must be something in me that always believes there is something better out there or at the very least enjoys the quest. Its not surprising as there is very little that excites my mother as much as finding the best possible deal online.

Some say that after I find a great school and a great community to be a part of that the lull will eventually make me want to move again. To prevent this I have taken a picture of myself today - ratted hair, dry skin, dark circles, pale, chubby chins - to remind myself of what I look like on the quest. Accepting status quo has never looked better.