I’ve wanted to move for a long time. It’s not that I don’t want to move but I don’t want to stay here. I never wanted to come back to this area in the first place. The discussion that I had with family told me that I was staying in this area. I don’t want all the hassle of the changes you have to make when you move just to stay in an area I never likes even as a child. I’d rather save up to make a leap from one area to another which my circumstances don’t allow at this point. I didn’t have a choice where I moved when I was expecting my son. I do now. I’m not some youngster that others can boss around any longer. I have a choice. I’ve made my choice in reality but family will say it’s not possible. I know it’s difficult but I’ve been told where I can and can’t live since the age of 17 and I’ve had enough by my mid 30s. I have virtually escaped the abusive support system in the area where I grew up. The last step is moving away from that all together. If I just move into another place in the same area I’m not doing that step which is the next one that needs to be done. I’m only digging my heels in because I have made my decision despite what my family and others may think.