Mid-term elections have a tendency to whip me into a rabid frenzy; those of you who keep up with me on Twitter can confirm that last November's results gave me what I'd like to casually dub a rage boner. Years like 2010, I thank myself profusely for giving up cable television in favor of making the monthly comics budget rain. Even without cable news to rile me up like a wet bobcat in a gunny sack I still spent the last few months writhing in the throes of political junky-ism. Rather than allowing the Syndicate to morph into a spittle & froth coated amateur politics blog, I opted to take a sabbatical. (You're welcome.)
When I wasn't twitching uncontrollably at some new spurt of idiotic demagoguery, Husband and I spent the last few months of 2010 preparing for our escape from Orange County. We came tantalizingly close to moving just a stone's throw down I-40 away from my hometown, but we changed our plans just as my visions of Carolina-born babies were looking more and more like imminent reality. Instead, we stayed in California and moved to an old (and until recently, decaying) citrus boom town with a population of just 70,000.
Granted, 70k isn't small by my grandmother's standards - she grew up in a Virginia-Carolina border town home to less than 200 people (I'm related by blood or marriage to just about all 200 of them) - but 70k seems downright quaint once you've lived in a major population center for a decade.
Moving away from Orange County lowered our expenses by hundreds of dollars, freeing me up to quit my labor-intensive job and dedicate myself to taking care of our house (read as: preparing it for the spawn we plan to make in the next year or so). I'm relieved and grateful to have been freed from the shackles of punching a time clock, but I still need something other than the relative strength of various household cleaning agents to occupy my brain cells. To keep my synapses from atrophying irrevocably, I'm going after a few freelance writing gigs. We'll see how it goes.
Now that I'm not busy packing up all of our worldly possessions or ripping my hair out in frustration over election-season hackery and my rather serious crisis of confidence has abated, stay tuned for more regular posting.
Thanks to everyone who asked after me during my radio silence.
See you next week.