A Surprisingly Sane Blog

I grew up in a family that would faint at the mere suggestion of going grocery shopping at a time other than Saturday morning.  As a result, I’m a ridiculously spontaneous person.  Naturally.

I don’t have a set routine that I follow unless it’s confined within the parameters of my professional life.  In the classroom, yes, we followed a strict routine.  I’ve also been doing a much better job getting my kids to bed sometime during the 8:00 pm hour.  Okay, and so it’s fairly inevitable that first thing in the morning I’m going to make a potty stop before stumbling into the kitchen to have an affair with my coffee pot.

But in general, I actually like change and unpredictability.  Positive change, that is, and within reason, of course.

Well, so here we are, impatiently waiting for a call back from HR to find out if a job offer is going to make it’s way through the telephone lines… and all of a sudden it dawns on me what this would actually mean.

Duh, it means moving.  Obviously, it means all kinds of new faces, places, and spaces.  Clearly, I understand that this sort of change will not be without boulder-sized obstacles, homesickness, and having to face my fears of leaving mommy and daddy.

But it also symbolizes something so much more.  Not only is it a sudden spontaneity-seeker’s dream, but it would mean the start of a whole new life for us, one that we chose without the huge influence of our family and close friends.  It would mean a job that James is excited to go to rather than one he does because it is merely comfortable.  And heck, it would mean that I would have to crack out of my closed-off shell to learn how to survive in a completely new city surrounded by people and places I know next to nothing about.

We’re talking sudden, extreme change.  It would be a quick move, a whirlwind to find a new place to live (*fingers crossed* for that house still), we’d be renting out our current house, and I would have to very possibly find at least a part-time job.  Bam! There it all is, right in my face.

If that phone rings and James gets that job (oh please, please let it happen), then the ball is going to start rolling immediately and we’re going to be on our way to Seattle in a matter of weeks.

And if not, well, then life will just continue the way it has for the last several years… with just dreams and hopes that another opportunity will present itself to start a different life.

That would really suck, and to be honest, my stomach is in twisted knots just knowing that the decision is completely out of our hands at this point.

Please, send happy thoughts our way.  Thanks.

Current Mood: Alarmed

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