I have only blogged once in the past month. ONCE! Me blogging that infrequently has
never happened before. There’s a reason for it. And a reason for why I’ve also been antisocial during the same time frame. This past month has been really, really hard. It’s been mind draining. And emotionally trying.
Two days before Alecia’s baptism, I got a call from Lance on my way home from the court hearing where my sister’s baby adoption became final. Lance works with a lot of different companies at his job. He told me that one of those companies, a web development company named Atlanta Sky, had a job opening that they thought he would be perfect for. They wanted to know if he was interested in having a phone interview.
At the time, I just said he should tell them that yes, he will interview, because it’s always good to keep your interviewing skills up. So, that next Monday, he had his phone interview. It went incredibly well. They loved him; he loved them. He was very excited when they asked him to come for an in-person interview.
In case you didn’t pay much attention to the company name, I’ll spell it out more clearly.
Atlanta Sky. As in Atlanta,
Georgia.
This was the point where I freaked out. A lot. Somehow, and I’m still not really sure how, I held it together enough to let him fly to Georgia that next Monday (the 15th) for an interview. He flew back home on Tuesday, and told me that they offered him the job.
And it was a REALLY good offer.
So then we had a decision to make. A punch-me-in-the-gut, this-is-too-hard, I-don’t-know-what-to-do, decision to make. We chose not to tell anyone for a couple of weeks. It was a hard enough decision that we didn’t think we could handle family and friends reactions during the process of deciding, because it would really affect our decision.
I’ve always said (and a big part of me still believes) that I’ve put down roots here in my own little slice of paradise that run so deep that I will never be able to move more than a block away from where I live now. And I do know that I could never stay away from here for too long.
My brother and his family lives in Georgia. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that one of my roots already grows all the way to Georgia. It started growing that direction the moment he moved there thirteen years ago. And maybe if we only planned to live there three years, and then come back home, I could handle it.
Maybe.
Hopefully. Because the decision has been made. Lance signed the contract at Atlanta Sky and faxed it to them last night. He leaves in three weeks to start his new job and to look for a new home for us. My parents leave for Georgia in a few hours. They, along with my brother and my sister-in-law are going to do a little leg work on finding us a home. Before Lance leaves, we plan to work like crazy to get our house ready to sell. The kids and I will stay here for the rest of the school year, and hopefully sell our house very quickly. Regardless, if the house sells fast or not, we will join him in Georgia on June 15th.
It is going to be so hard to leave! I’ve lived within three miles of my home my entire life. Plus, there’s all you guys! One of my roots grows out toward each of you. Leaving is going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
And now I’m going to stop thinking sad thoughts like that, or I’ll never be able to move. We know this is a good thing for our family, so I plan to be happy about it. And I'll keep reminding myself that as often as necessary (which, at the moment, is about 1,587 times a day).
Wish me luck!
