I recently started a long, complex move from one state to another, involving selling one house, and picking out another, and starting a new job. My husband's also looking for work in the new area, which we chose because it a) had a great new job for me and b) was closer to friends and family.
But, though I'm an optimist, I've got to say things aren't going as smoothly as I'd like. Or maybe it's just my standards of "smooth" that need to be adjusted.
For one, the house in the first state has not yet sold. Which means we can't just blithely buy in the new state. We must wait.
So we're holed up in an inexpensive hotel with our cats, viewing our fiscal bottom line with anxiety as we pay for a mortgage and a weekly hotel bill.
Something's gotta give, folks.
My husband found a job almost immediately, but it doesn't start until next week and he's not sure he wants it. Having finally given up second shift work at the beginning of July in order to help me and facilitate the move, he's discovered he really hates it. Working second shift means never seeing his wife (she notes, blinking prettily, that the sentiment is flattering, if not entirely practical), and he's not sold on continuing his life as a call center customer service associate. He's frantically applying everywhere in town, looking for a job--any job--that would prevent him from taking that full-time, second-shift position next week.
My new job, so far, has held a few surprises, but for the most part, things are going smoothly. There's very little I miss about my old job and much I adore about this one.
And the cats love the fact that at the moment, we can't kick them out of our room when we need some sleep. Which leads to minor sleep deprivation on my part, since they learned long ago not to bother the Man of the Place in the middle of the night. I must just look like a sucker who'll snuggle even when she's half-asleep.
Plus, I'm the food lady. And Tommy, the youngest cat at age 2, keeps trying to wake me up earlier and earlier for his first bites of wet food for the day. They only get it in the morning, so when he wants it, he REALLY wants it. Jumps on my head, and everything.
How are the transitions in your lives going?
