My mom leaves for sunny California tomorrow morning. You can all just hold your teary-eyed “awwww”s, but I’m going to miss her being around this weekend. Truth be told: Mom and I are good friends. I don’t go 2 days without seeing, calling, or at the very least e-mailing her. And if I do happen to be so busy as to go longer than 2 days, I feel like something’s missing.

We’ve been toying with the idea of moving somewhere with Jason’s band. One suggestion was Phoenix, and the latest idea was London. The thought of moving so very far away from my home town, a city I’ve lived in all my life, honestly scares the daylights out of me. It’s exciting as all get out, but looking at the big picture I have a hard time picturing us – with Tiegan – all by ourselves in the neverending, cloudy, rainy city. I’ve moved 3 times since I was 19, but all my homes have been within 10 minutes of each other.

It would be an unforgettable experience. We’d live in flats for a year. What would happen after that year? Who knows? I’d want to take Mom, Dad and Laura with me. I don’t think I could survive a whole year without them. But how fabulous would it be? I can just imagine the musical opportunities for the band, and the photographic opportunities for me [Aria Designs] awaiting us in the big city.

You know me; I can’t make any important decisions without the approval of (or at least input from) my fine panel of judges. Throw your ideas, feelings, and experiences out there.