I Suppose The Countdown is On
Posted By jayna on October 24, 2008
It’s that time again. The time when I find myself grocery shopping and don’t take full advantage of that super sale on chicken. The time when a simple cleaning spree turns into full on purging. The time when purchases are held off on, till later.
Yes. We’re less than two months out from another move. Again.
This will be number 7. In less than four years. E will have lived in four houses before she’s two.
We’ve got issues.
Even bigger issues are the ones surrounding the fact that we actually have no direction that we’re moving yet. The husband has plenty of prospects, all quite promising, but none will have us with an answer before December. That gives me a whole month of fun, up in the air, waiting games. Yippee.
There is a front runner. A 75% chance kinda deal. All he has to do is woo them and prove he doesn’t fantasize about sheep or goats or whatever (really, there’s more to a lifestyle polygraph than that, but that’s just the best part) and he gets to go play secret squirrel some more for the government. And we get to move to Augusta. Which would be fine, I could totally get on board with some more warm winters, sweet tea and slow talking folks. The problem here, is that I was presented with option #2 first.
Option #2 is an equally kick ass job, but without any stability. Hence why it’s second in line. The location, however, knocks it straight to the top in my mind.
Charlottesville, VA.
Two months ago, this job was on. We were going. Pack the house and call the realtor. I was house hunting in outlying areas, picturing our little family settled in front of a fireplace while chilly winter nights frosted the mountains. Playing in the yard of lush, real grass. Relishing the shadows of the Shenandoah Valley.
That’s right. Shenandoah. As in, the national park. Our absolute, number one, favorite vacation location. The place we’ve been countless times because we love it so much. Where we drove around for hours, dreaming of the day we could own a little house in a valley there. A little house like the one I found for sale, for the right price, in the perfect spot, 15 minutes from this job.
And then *poof*. The bubble was burst. Apparently, someone thinks a stable job would be a better idea than living in heaven.
Slowly, I’m coming around to the idea. Slowly letting go of visions of crisp fall hikes, watching snowflakes out the kitchen window, smelling damp mountain air and having ducks crossing the road being the only traffic jam.
It’s not easy.
This state has sucked us in and doesn’t want to let go.
We’re talking of going up this weekend, camping at a state park, and exploring the city. Just to get a feel. Not that it really matters. If he gets it, we’re going. Simple decision. I’m just bitter. You can’t dangle the prize and then yank it away without some bitterness.
It does beat going to DC though. Thank God.
Well, if you end up in Augusta, I'll be happy to bring over some cookies for my new neighbors.
grumble. virginia is closer than georgia. I didn't have to major in geography to know that. :)
I hate the bubble bursting bit. It's a bummer.
Hey now!! What's wrong with DC? LOL I guess technically NoVa, so I guess I shouldn't be offended.