Stiletto Diaries

I Said I Would Never Move Again, But…

Posted on June 22nd, 2009 in Emotional Angst, Heading East

This week could bring another of those life-altering changes that seem to occur with unusual regularity around here.  The tides of change seem to wash away all of the plans we’ve foolishly bothered to draw in the sand.

Jack has a second interview for a new job.  A job that would have us move back from whence we came.  Back to Alberta.  To friends, family, and the mountains.  There is nothing wrong with his current job, except for the fact that the hours are long and often thankless.  The commute is far, and gas prices high.

I hadn’t wanted to say anything until now, as we’ve been mulling it over both together and separately for weeks now.  Perhaps all the uncertainty has contributed to the untimely death of my desire to write anything here.  I did happen to write him the most fantastic resume I think I’ve ever seen.  Certainly the best he’d ever seen, which is saying something as he just sifted through a pile of them while looking for the appropriate person to fill a position in his current place of employment.  If he doesn’t get offered the job, I’ll eat the paper I printed it on.

After the initial interview some weeks ago, and then looking over his resume, they have requested a second interview, to take place this week.

I’m not certain why, but I feel as though this is what is supposed to happen.  I just feel like he’s going to get a good offer with the job and that everything will fall into place somehow.  This move will be different in that they won’t be paying for movers and all of that.  We’ll be doing it ourselves, and I’m going to have to call everyone I know to give us a hand, but I know that our friends and family will come through for us.  They always do.

Don’t get me wrong, I really like Ontario.  I love my friends here, and I love all of the green, and trees, and raccoons.  You never see a raccoon in Alberta.  There is also Kade, who I’ve grown very fond of.  There is also the volunteer and fundraising work I’ve become involved with for the greyhounds.  The list could go on.

Still, the lure of free and frequent child care, regular date nights and weekends away from kids, epic house parties, and the mountains are difficult to resist.  There is also the fact that sometimes my kids miss their grandparents so badly, they cry inconsolably.

Hopefully the decision will be made and the wheels set in motion before the end of this week, but I’ll keep you posted.