Last week, on the same day he blithely wondered aloud whether recent events in this country would spark (yet another) war, my husband also announced that he thinks we should move here, job or no job. “I think if we live here I’ll get a job, no problem.”
I know this is likely grief talking. I know he’s not looking forward to going back to winter (I’m not, either) in a city where he has a few weeks remaining at a job that’s been a disappointment from the beginning. I know he hates the idea of having one of few bright spots in his day–talking to his dad via Skype–stripped from his routine. I know he wants to spend more time with the family he has left, and they’re all here.
But somehow, now doesn’t seem like the right time to be making that kind of decision. Am I being totally insensitive?