I should have known better than to be play the role of the supportive wife; when you play the role, you end up having to be supportive of things you don’t like. But, when my husband told me that his dream job had become available - and they wanted him to apply - I told him to throw his hat in the ring. I mean, it was a little bit of a career stretch for him - not to say he isn’t totally qualified. It’s just that it was a bit more senior than his current level. Let the universe decide my fate, I thought (#basicwhitegirlthinking)! Well, the universe has a fucked up sense of humor.
From that point, everything happened quickly. A recruiter reached out; he had an in-person trip to California; and then the job offer came. When he told me, he was smiling so broadly and was so excited, and I just wanted to throw up and told him he was ruining my life. It’s taken some time, but the nausea and anger have mostly subsided. Now, I just need to process the the sadness of leaving the place I’ve called home for more than a decade and deal with all of the logistical crap that comes with moving cross country. There are services and memberships to cancel. There are repairs to make to the house to get it ready to sell - not to mention a house to sell! There are closets to clean out and trips to make to Goodwill. And I have been coping really well - just check my recycling and see all the empty wine bottles as proof.
I love my husband, and I choose him. So, I guess that means I choose California too. But, it’s been a lot to process and a total emotional rollercoaster. While I think there will be much good to come out of this (e.g., his career opportunities, a chance for me to evaluate my career and where I want it to go, proximity to family and friends, better weather, and the potential to be a citizen of California when it cedes from Trump’s America), it’s still really hard to uproot my life in service to someone else’s ambitions.
So, this massive life altering adventure has encouraged me to come back to blogging. Here, I plan to chronicle our process and journey (including our cross country driving adventure). There will be whining, but I will be a better person for writing this and won’t you be better for reading it?
From that point, everything happened quickly. A recruiter reached out; he had an in-person trip to California; and then the job offer came. When he told me, he was smiling so broadly and was so excited, and I just wanted to throw up and told him he was ruining my life. It’s taken some time, but the nausea and anger have mostly subsided. Now, I just need to process the the sadness of leaving the place I’ve called home for more than a decade and deal with all of the logistical crap that comes with moving cross country. There are services and memberships to cancel. There are repairs to make to the house to get it ready to sell - not to mention a house to sell! There are closets to clean out and trips to make to Goodwill. And I have been coping really well - just check my recycling and see all the empty wine bottles as proof.
I love my husband, and I choose him. So, I guess that means I choose California too. But, it’s been a lot to process and a total emotional rollercoaster. While I think there will be much good to come out of this (e.g., his career opportunities, a chance for me to evaluate my career and where I want it to go, proximity to family and friends, better weather, and the potential to be a citizen of California when it cedes from Trump’s America), it’s still really hard to uproot my life in service to someone else’s ambitions.
So, this massive life altering adventure has encouraged me to come back to blogging. Here, I plan to chronicle our process and journey (including our cross country driving adventure). There will be whining, but I will be a better person for writing this and won’t you be better for reading it?
