Can't always get what you want...or need!

Lately I have been feeling like Maslow's Hierarchy has been composed of a bunch of cheerleaders who preloaded a little too much at the morning's tailgate and perhaps are also still hungover from that hunch punch at last night Frat Ho' soirée. See, this is what living on the dirty coast has done to me, I am one step away from sports metaphors. 

My point is, I feel like neither my wants or needs are getting met. I know this is bs, as I have a roof over my head, a warm bed at night, clothing on my back and food in the pantry and I should probably STFU, but since nerds gave us the interwebz any blowhard can blather on and on, so why shouldn't I?

The US had these nice little mid-term elections that reminded me of 1994 and also a little of 2000 and 2004 in that they disgusted me but did not surprise me. I cannot claim to be a blue dot in a red state because I can't vote nor can I claim to be a Democrat (I am much more insidious than that bwah ha ha ha, fur-ner). However, I feel I can be an observer and aver that the majority of the public does not have a clue about civics, government, or politics. They do not understand the system, and many times I do not think they want to put the effort into understanding. Old people vote. Fanatics vote. The young don't unless it is fashionable and/or convenient. Thus, the people get what they deserve and the few punish the whole. Actions and inactions both have consequences "we" must live with. So now I spend a good deal of time rolling my eyes are my Facebook feed, diminishing a few more people here and there in order to preserve my sanity. 

Other things needed/wanted to preserve my sanity: my father to obtain gainful employment in order for my vexation to cease (and also so they will have a habitat somewhere other than with us), a break from the grind (which will be spent up in the Attic with my elderly grandparents, which is an additional source of concern), a score higher than a simpleton would obtain on the GRE quantitative section, a night or weekend not spent trying to trick my brain into thinking like standardized test makers, the realization of our next big adventure such they we can start actually planning to make it a reality. 

After my last big lightbulb moment, I realized I need to do something a little bit rash, still a calculated risk mind you, but rash. If the real estate market can become a little less abysmal (really, breaking even is all we want), with a lot of debts paid off on my end, no plans for children, the energy and vitality of our remaining youth, etc.; I do believe the hubs and I could take off for a myriad of places as long as one of us has gainful employment paying us enough to live in an order we are (perhaps not accustomed to) willing to adjust to. It may or may not require a container to get our belongings there...the world is out oyster but I am thinking more and more that oyster is pointed either West or very very West.