Just eight months ago we visited San Diego for the first time. I thought it was a nice place for a vacation because of its touristy façade and slammin’ beach scene, but I quickly dismissed it as a place to call home.

Now with a midwest winter fast approaching, the SoCal lifestyle is feeling irresistibly appealing. I mentioned the idea of moving to my mom. “Ooh, you know that San Diego is rated one of the best places to live in the country,” she said. Mm yeah. No surprise. SoCal is blessed with two of the most basic requirements for happiness: sun and surf. I declare need of the former; Kirk, the latter.

In truth, I love the Midwest. It’s where I’m from. My family and Kirk’s family are from Wisconsin and Michigan, respectively. I understand the culture here. I subconsciously plan to raise (at least for a good portion of the time) my eventual children here. My ties to this place are everlasting.

What I love most about the Midwest are its four seasons. Summer is so marvelous with its hot days and mildly cool nights. Nothing beats relaxing on a lake, floating on a inner-tube next to (of course) a boat, with a Bell’s Oberon in hand. The richness of Fall is next to none. Intense yellows, oranges and reds gracing every tree, majestically yielding to the season’s end. Winter is serenely beautiful in its own right – and here’s where the Midwest loses its charm – but it is so damn cold. And dark. Forced to retreat into a little box (house) every winter and shivering because heating the box costs so much, it  just gets me down. By the time Spring is slated to arrive, it can’t hurry in fast enough. Usually I grit my teeth and bear Winter because I know doing so will condition me to appreciate the warm months so much more. But, that psychological trick isn’t going to get me through the season of awful wet and cold every year for the rest of my life. I want a break. I want a year or two in SoCal. Or as Kirk notes, ‘we wanna get the hell outta dodge.’

This noble desire to chase down the ideal climate is all well and good, but there are a handful of downsides. First off: moving costs. Cross-country relocation is expensive, usually requiring a U-Haul, loads of gas, multiple restaurant stops, temporary housing, new furniture and restocking of household supplies.

Secondly, we would again be leaving family and friends. The upside is we actually have a handful of friends already living in San Diego that we could hang out with. No doubt they’d also prove to be invaluable guides to the area.

Thirdly: jobs. Neither of us are tied here by a great job. The movie gigs we had this summer were fun, but were so infrequent they can’t be trusted. Michigan’s economy isn’t the greatest for getting a job at the present, and we’ve already spent time in one of the only Midwestern cities that’s still booming – Chicago. Kirk and I have both applied to a few jobs in San Diego, and we’ve each heard back from an interested company. Neither position, however, is a sure bet as of now.

The cards are on the table. Ohh what to do, what to do? What do you think we should do?