So, a lot has happened to me in the last couple of weeks. I won't go into too many details right now, but I will say that in the last month I've lost my job and found another one. As a consequence (in addition to taking a pay cut), I am now commuting about 2 hours each day to my new job. My husband commutes about 1 hour each day. We may have to eventually sell our house and move closer to both our jobs.
I'm not looking forward to this. I love our house. I finally feel like this is my home. I feel like this town is my town. I'm slightly angry about the whole thing, but I realize that I am lucky that I found another position so quickly. It's just that after 7 years of schooling and always knowing that the place I lived was not permanent, I thought I had finally found that permanence I craved in this community. Growing up, I lived in one house my whole life. My parents live in the same community they grew up in. I come from an environment of always knowing that family is a couple of miles away. I thought I was starting to make that environment for my daughter.
I am thankful that I have a job in this economy. Eventually I'll get over any move and make the next house feel like home, and the next community my community. In the meantime, I'm not putting any of my plans for this home on hold. My husband and I decided to wait with any decision on the house until spring. I'm still planning on decorating how I want and making (albeit small) improvements. I'm not going to make any of those decisions based on staging the house for sale (at least not yet).
I'm sharing this information with you because I know the economy is bad. I know I'm not the only one in a position like this. I know that there are far more people who are in a position much worse than mine. I don't have any answers on what happened or any innovative solutions but I do know that any time I hear or read someone's story, I feel a little bit better to know that I'm not the only one.
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