Transitions

It's 'bout time I elaborated on my last post. Frankly, it's 'bout time I posted at all. It appears as though 45 people viewed my page when I blogged last and I don't want to let the 5 of you down that read my blog 9 times each. Thanks for boosting my confidence.

We're getting ready to go through a pretty drastic transition in our little, simple life. Let me just start with saying that we don't ever do anything lightly around here. Balls to the wall is the only language I speak. I started looking for job opportunities this past winter. Christmas has always been a stressful time with traveling all over the place and hauling an infant didn't make it any simpler. We decided to start looking and see what happened. I got a phone call this May from a dear friend telling me she would be resigning from her position as Ag Teacher / FFA Advisor at a little school approx 7 min from where I grew up. After much consideration, I applied for the job. Decided we would discuss it further if they wanted to interview me...and then we would have a decision to make if I was offered the job. The interview felt so right that I hoped they would offer me the job. As luck God would have it, they offered and I accepted. Here's to new beginnings!

So, here we sit - wondering what C will do for a job. And then, as if it hasn't all been so perfect and easy up to this point. He gets an interview, followed quickly (practically instantly) by a job offer. He accepts and now we are two gainfully employed individuals in the region I grew up. What's next? Well, a house I guess. We need to sell ours, find a new place to make home, and pack all of our belongings. 

In the next 30 days, we still need to sell our house (ideally), box up this little packed house, move (location TBD), and start two new jobs. G will need new childcare and I just found out I'll be a district adviser for this school year. Quite an honor, but a whole new list of responsibilities. We'll also be throwing in a 1st birthday party in the mix. Remember when I said balls to the wall is the only language I speak? I think that translates to 1-way ticket to the Crazy house. 

We are so blessed and so looking forward to these new opportunities. I know our house will sell in due time and we will find a place to live. While I am incredibly excited, I'm also sad to leave behind 3 years worth of memories in our first home. This is where we first moved in together, shared many great nights with friends, and brought home our son (in his perfectly decorated nursery). So many people have helped this town feel like home and have become our extended family. I'm going to miss them so much. I hope they'll come to our New Year's party at our new house and litter our new yard with beer cans to ensure the neighbors we bring a little redneck to the neighborhood. Cheers to Smooth Transitions and a lot of beer to make it seem that way.