Not much is going on in my life. And that's the problem. I'm drinking stagnate water. I've got to get out of this place, even if it's the last thing I do. Murph is dragging his heals, and he is starting to understand that he is as well. His solution is for me just to take off to Texas for 'awhile' so that I can be near my mom. I would love to be near family, but I crave moving to Alaska or backpacking through Asia. He just doesn't have this crave, and I don't understand why. How are we ever going to reconcile our feelings? I keep trying to think of compromises and middle ground, but after 9 months I'm starting to run out of ideas. Should I make the jump of following my gypsy heart and hope that he follows?