[Editor's Note: We've got a guest writer today! As is usual for the Wife, she called me up this morning and informed me she had a piece for publication, if I wanted it. I do. I do I do I do! It's always nice to show a new face to my multitude of readers; besides, girl's journals are way more popular.

You go, Wifey!

Well, I think it's happening again. The "sucking void," well, maybe not the "void" exactly.

So the other day I'm out with the parental units and my mom asks me if H and I plan on staying in Memphis now. I told her I didn't know, but for the time being it was ok. She responded with, "but you two seem to have such a good time here." I told her yeah, but I think we would have fun anywhere, but the truth is, I'm starting to feel like Memphis is getting to be a bit small. I mean you would actually classify her as a "small, big city" I think, but I digress. . . I mean, I've lived here my whole life. Grew up across the bridge and have only begun to see what I want to see of the world.

Don't get me wrong, I love Memphis. My family is here, my friends, and I love my boss and what I do. The thing is, I believe I desperately need a change of scenery. Not just the out-of-town-for-the-weekend change, but a major move-out-of-town-find-new-job-place-to-live change.

Now, as you probably already know, I do have a tendency to run hot and cold as far as such things go, and I may wake up tomorrow completely different, like I could never leave this wonderful place I call home. I don't know though, like H, these feelings are beginning to come closer and closer together.

Any advice? I'm open for suggestions.