You know how I said I'm staying to fight? Well, I am. But.

I want to go to Canada.

Not to escape the US. But to be in Canada.

Salaries are lower in my field, but cost of living is lower. They're actively looking for immigrants, esp. in the IT field (which is Rob's area, not mine, but still). The country's values are in line with mine. And quality of life looks a hell of a lot better.

Yeah, it's cold. I'm looking at New Brunswick, where today's forecast is in the low 30s. But it's November, dudes. It's right by Maine, so it's no colder than it is in parts of the US. And in summer... my God. I've seen pictures. It's stunning.

Add to that the thought of what the US South is going to feel like in forty years when global warming's raised the average temperature, and Canada starts looking downright pleasant.

Less traffic. Health care. My God, if I decided to adopt children, I could, because their health care would be paid for, their schools would be paid for, and their college would be cheap.

As a short-term plan, it doesn't fly so much, since Rob's still in school and we're not done fixing up the house yet. But in two years, maybe. After I've gone to French review classes (starting in January), and am reasonably fluent, thus increasing my job chances. After Rob's graduated and has his BS, along with eight years professional experience. After we've saved up some money, although selling our house will net us HUGE cash, since its value has increased about $150,000 since we bought it.

I really, really like this idea. I'm going to hang on to it and not get distracted by thoughts of moving down south or to Wisconsin. I mean, my God, look at this. $200,000 American. We could live here, retire here, without fear of Social Security running out, without fear of violence or attacks.

I want to go now. Can't go now. But ohhhhhhh, I want to be there.