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Andy works at GM.

I think that may say a lot to some of you and very little to some of you. He has enough seniority (13 years) to hold a job for now. GM has announced that they will close the plant here by 2010. At that point, we don't know what the hell we're going to do. Well, yeah we do.

We'll have to take a transfer if and when one is offered to us. We'll move to Missouri, Kentucky, or some other state. Probably not Detroit, Flint, or Fort Wayne, though. Andy would prefer to not work at a plant that you have to go through metal detectors on your way in, and I don't blame him one bit. It just leaves so much in the air for now. My job, I'd better not get too attached, since I don't know when I'll have to go. Or where. Or how much notice we'll have. It's so stressful.

The main thing is that he's worked 13 years so he'll only have to work 17 more. The pension offered to him at age 49 is better than what some people make while working! (Assuming it'll still be around.)

I had been thinking about going back to school, but I'm afraid to start to only have to leave. And if we move, I'd have to wait a while for school, since I can't afford to pay out of state tuition.

So many questions. Any questions that remain, I don't have answers for. Nobody does. GM is closing in this area, and the economic windfall is going to be big. It's a scary time for Southern Wisconsin, and it almost makes me glad I'll be leaving.

Almost.

Debris

I don't remember the exact day that I decided I was tired of it. I needed a break.

You know, there's pressure in this. I couldn't deal anymore with everyone needing to know what was going on, and then telling me exactly what they thought of it. I was tired of being judged every time I hit "Publish Post".

I had some great readers, some dedicated people. I had some people I considered friends even though I had never met them. It's like having a pen pal that you share with others. It's knowing that all these people were going to be happy for me when I was happy, or be genuinely concerned when I wasn't. And then I wondered...why isn't it enough for me to just be happy, without needing others to be happy for me? And just to be sad and carry on if that's how I feel. The need to share it all went away. Part of it, for me, was that I found someone to share everything with.

If something bothers me, it's not a blog that gets my first thought, my initial reaction. That's not what it's about. He gets the raw me. He gets to see my often times roller coaster type emotions, and he gets to help me sort through them. That's what it's about. He is lucky enough that he gets to hold onto me when I'm upset or gets to see the twinkle in my eye when I'm up to something. He gets my laughter and my tears, and he gets it all first. I wouldn't change that for anything.

I think that I'm realizing that just because he gets it first, doesn't mean that everyone else can't get it at all. I enjoy this, I like having the reactions of people in the sometimes crazy and sometimes mundane life that I narrate. And I completely enjoy reading about your lives.

I just might be back.