Titles.

I’ve officially decided I hate my name. No one’s made fun of it or anything, but today while at work I came across a tiny memo from home office that was apparently sent by some random clerk named Dawn Vanderstarren. It was then I realized my name sucks. This thought was quickly followed up by wondering how in god’s name some one called that ended up being a clerk at Wal-mart instead of a masked super hero. Further investigation lead me to finding out that Dawn Vanderstarren (Pronouns do you no justice) may have to push around memos as one facet of what he does, but the rest is working for something called the Canadian Emergency Operations Centre.

This is still Wal-mart by the by. I didn’t even know they needed something like that – to be honest, I don’t even know precisely what that is. I mean, I know they deal with professional theft related memos; this is all the information I have on them. I begin to suspect that should my knowledge of them grow, it won’t be without their noticing.

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Anyways, back to things that scare me less. The vlog stuff won’t be getting filmed tonight; everyone’s collective schedules rose up and mutinied. The suppression teams are quickly putting things back in order, but I regret to say it won’t be soon enough for today. Thus our continuous to-do list grows by another few additions. We’ll just have to see what the weekend brings.

Now since this blog still isn’t frequented by anyone who would demand actual important content, so I’m going to go off on a personal tangent. I’m having trouble convincing some one to do something that has only net positive factors. Namely it’s moving to a new house in a different location. I phrase the factors in that peculiar way because there are downsides (it’s a ways off for one), but even the person I’m trying to convince has admitted all the downsides are less bad than the ones associated with staying. When you couple this with the benefits that come from moving that heavily outweigh the benefits of staying you might find yourself perplexed as to how I’m having any problem at all. Well, so am I.

After carefully considering it I’ve discovered it’s not a unique phenomenon. This weird set of circumstances has shown up in the past – also around events of a similar magnitude. Any large change is difficult, even if the change only seems to bring good things. Previously though I’ve always associated this behavior with stubbornly clinging to outdated ideas and beliefs in such a manner as to leave oneself unable to understand the benefits of whatever the supposed change is. Such tendencies are common enough that I don’t bat an eye at them anymore, but I never suspected they would apply to something as mundane as moving. Typically when I’m bringing up these ideas it’s in reference to wide reaching political or societal movements that upset the carefully crafted ‘norm’ most people enjoy, not personal level decisions.

To offer a much belated proper frame of context; the idea is moving out of the city to the country for my family. My mother is strapped with the role of giving the official ‘go’ due to the nature of the financial situation there. Most all of the family members agree it’s either beneficial or something not their concern, and the bonuses that come with finding more peaceful surroundings (the goal of moving in the first place) are clear after surveying any of the potential move sites. They’re all about 30~ minutes out of the big city and predominantly feature forested areas with the quiet and solace of a tamed country-side.

The downsides I’ve been presented with are all along the lines of potential discomfort for all of the other people who might have to move as well, and how it might affect their lives. I can’t help but feel this isn’t a real problem with the area in mind – and most of the people involved aren’t going to be living at the house much longer regardless. The concern of the other residents needing to be driven in to town to deal with their daily matters isn’t a new one by any stretch of the imagination. Even at our current location the demand for use of cars to get anywhere is enormous. It’s gotten to the point where we simply don’t have weekly or even daily routine anymore. Each day we have to sort out who’s doing what and when they need to be driven where; it defies planning. Adding an additional thirty minutes into the driving part once we’ve figured out who is actually able to do the driving hardly exasperates the original issue. After all, the time frame people need cars are often long and fluid, we haven’t been able to make any real plans that required people to be hasty in their return of the vehicle.

What it seems to be boiling down to is that moving is beginning to seem like it’s not worth it just because it might bring some hassle. Hassle being something we already have in abundance, by the way. I’d hate to see the idea be stomped out on that notion alone. Moving has clearly been something that my mother has been hoping to do for quite some time now. Getting a little house out in the country has been a dream; of the sort that she’s apparently starting to categorize in the same fashion most people handle ideas like winning the lottery. It’s not that at all though; the money is available and the houses are free to buy. She need merely pick one and start the undertaking. Taking those first steps is where the difficulty lies though, and I’m not entirely certain how to edge her along.

Ugh, well this post has been a bit scatter brained. Follow ups and whatnot some other time.