Unschooling and Asheville

There was a time in the recent past (during the conglomeration of months that were known to the world as July, August, September, October, and November, but were known to me as WHAT-THE-HECK-DID-I-JUST-GO-THROUGH) where I felt so overwhelmed with having two kids PLUS a new baby that I considered sending the older ones to school. I couldn't just send them to any ordinary school, of course. It had to be a Sudbury School. (A Sudbury School is basically the closest thing to unschooling within a school-like setting.)

I started researching the few towns that had a Sudbury school, so that, two years from now, when Vern is opening up his chiropractic practice, we could consider moving there. That's right, people, I'm thinking up this scenario for something that would take place TWO YEARS FROM NOW.

One of the towns that had a Sudbury school was Asheville, North Carolina. I told this to Vernon because we had actually talked about moving to Asheville previously. This was a mistake, because it got him all atwitter about moving to Asheville again, when what I really want to do is move is Portsmouth, New Hampshire. Vernon wants to live somewhere that isn't cold though. Thus, he gets a hard-on every time I mention Asheville.

But now, I'm in a better place emotionally than I was during WHAT-THE-HECK-DID-I-JUST-GO-THROUGH, a time when I could hardly hold two neurons together long enough to form a cohesive thought (or however it is that one makes thoughts). So, now, I'm okay with not having my kids in school and I really want to move to Portsmouth again. (Plus, did I mention that this is TWO YEARS FROM NOW?)

So, I guess we'll just wait and see how this all plays out.