Everything is Changing…Again

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Exactly one month from today my husband begins a new job…in Chicago.

Take a quick peek at my blog’s sidebar, and you’ll see we’re currently living in Houston.

Well…six of the seven of us will continue to live in Houston. For the next year, at least.

When we came to Texas in 2007, the plan was to only stay for two – maybe three – years. We’ve had our struggles here, that’s for sure, and most of us were ready to leave after just 12 months.

I can’t manage to share my frustrations about Texas without offending people I care about who love it here, and for that I’m sorry. All differences aside, if I tell you that

I feel like I’ve been holding my breath for the last three and a half years

I’ve been wanting to love where I live

I’ve been longing to feel at home

maybe you’ll understand, and maybe you’ll wish me well.

But we’ll still be here – most of us, anyway – for another year, so my oldest daughter can finish high school.

My husband’s bosses knew we wanted to move after next summer, find another job in the field, or try for a position at corporate headquarters.

They came to him with a proposition, hand-delivered him an opportunity to get the experience he needs to reach higher heights, and guarantee us an opportunity of leaving Texas next summer.

The catch: the opportunity is in Chicago.

But the benefit of having an amazing husband, whose company loves him and values his family life nearly as much as his success in the workplace? They’ve agreed to fly him home on weekends. For an entire year. And delay our relocation package until we’re ready to move…together.

And that may be to Chicago, but truthfully, it may be to somewhere else. A lot can change in a year. And given my husband’s trajectory of success, he may be moving on and moving up before we even make it as a family to the Windy City.

We will go wherever this path takes us.

I will be a weekday single mom for the next year.

My, what adventures life brings our way.

I’m scared, I’m excited, and I’m tired just thinking about it.

But I’m also very, very ready.

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