Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:There was an Anne Tyler book called "Ladder of Years" in which a woman is on vacation with her husband and kids at Bethany Beach and then just walks off to start a new life. ... Finds an apartment and a secretary job in a small town.
It seems like a lot of people found a lot to like about the concept, but sorry, it seems utterly ridiculous to me.
I'm going to look at that book. My weird fantasy is to just leave, change my name, get a small apartment, and work in one of those small town diners in the south where the servers shout orders to the cooks and all the workers and customers seem to know each other. I have no idea why that of all things. I can't do it because I could never leave my child.
Anonymous wrote:hah, I'm a husband (two working parent house) and I share equally in the family "lift" (and my wife has said that for the doubters), and I feel guilty for fantasizing at least monthly about getting away for just a few days... usually I fantasize about retreating to a remote cabin in the mountain, but sometimes I mix it up and dream of being at a condo overlooking the beach or a resort in the carribean. in the end I know after say 4 days I'd WANT my wife and kids there too, but a few days alone would be amazing
Anonymous wrote:I have a few times. I want to get out of this fast paced life in DC, never ending struggle of juggling FT job with 2 young kids. I want to go somewhere like a beach and earn just enough to support myself, not worry about the housing costs, the property taxes, saving for college tuition for 2, kids extracurricular fees are already adding up at this young age, kids college entrance stress, increasing traffic and increasing commute times, so much. I have a job in the government, so it seems even crazier to give it up to move abroad (Spain would be nice), but I realize it's just the stress talking when I fantasize about walking away. It usually lasts for less than an hour and doesn't come back for 3-6 months.