The one where I come back to the dark side

Didn't update this in sometime. We're working on the house and trying to get that in order. When I moved here I thought I'd be back home after a couple of years and now all of a sudden it's been seven years and we're pretty set in our ways. A few months ago we thought we'd like to move, perhaps further south, perhaps closer to work, but then we walked around the block on evening and realized that we liked where we live. We just didn't like stuff about it, stuff we could fix. So we started to fix that stuff. Much if it will cost a lot of money, but if we do a little at a time we should be ok.

Sorry I don't write as much now. I've been traveling a bit and doing some digital imagining and such. And of course spending time with the family.

So I wrote a few months ago about schooling and how I am sick of my degree work and how I just want to quit, and I think I will. I am to the point where I just don't want to do it. My friends tell me it'll loom over my head for the rest of my life, but I am just so unhappy and depressed every time I think about researching or studying. I bet if I had to attend class weekly that it'd be better, but I really don't know for sure.