The last few weeks have been absolutely crazy ridiculous. I feel like a snow globe that has been strongly shaken up. Little B, David and I are the figurines firmly planted on the bottom of the snow globe while everything else in our lives is represented by the snow flakes that are chaotically fluttering around and landing every which way.
You know what they say.... Just when you start getting comfortable in your life, life throws you a curve ball. And in our case, it has been a lot of curve balls all at once. Or my new saying... just when you paint your house and love the color, it is time to sell it. Doesn't it always just seem to go that way?!
Right after the miscarriage happened back in August, my husband and I decided that it was time to close down his company, Duarte Construction. A shaky economy, lack of good health insurance, and insane working hours drove us to this decision. The glory of running our company was just not worth the headaches that go along with it. At least not for right now in this economy and where we are in our lives.
With that decision came a job search for both of us. So much of our energies over the last few weeks have been focused on pounding the pavement, making phone calls, and going to interviews. David has been looking at opportunities in the IT and Landman industries. I have been working the marketing/project management/business consultant angles.
And after some really promising interviews, it looks like there is a strong chance that we will have to pack up and leave our beloved Austin for the promise of a new city. It looks like our new city will either be Fort Worth or Houston.
I wish I could say that I am really excited about all of this. I wish that I was one of those people that would look at this situation like another adventure to file away in my life folder of awesome experiences. But if I am really honest with myself, I feel like a little girl at my first day of school that does not want to let go of my mom's hand. I am scared, anxious, and really hope that everybody will like me.
Now I love me some adventure when it comes to trying new food, visiting far away places, meeting interesting people. But in other areas - like the friends I see everyday, the place I go to sleep at night, the kitchen that I cook our meals in, the path that I run in the mornings - I like those to be constant and never changing. They serve as my calm center when the world outside is going bonkers... because we all know that it is.
I probably sound so dramatic right about now. I know that I will make new friends and we will find a house and neighborhood that I will love just as much as my current one. But the unknown right now is killing me. It is daunting in that we will be starting from scratch in building our support network and putting down roots. Much like a garden, those good things take a while.
Plus when you add the logistics of selling a house (with a toddler running around!), packing everything up, finding a new place, landing a new job, finding a new pediatrician and school for Little B, etc, etc... I get overwhelmed just thinking about it.
Our house goes on the market tomorrow. It is very bittersweet. I really like our house. But I hope it sells fast. Much like pulling off a bandaid, you just gotta take a deep breath, scream "Holy S*%#!" and give a solid yank like you mean it.
I really hope we love the next chapter/city/house/neighborhood even more. And I hope will meet even more amazing people to pull into the fold of our great group of friends. I know I will be super excited once a few decisions have been made. Until then lots of deep breathing and Nutella.
So I want to hear from y'all - Any words of wisdom on the adventures of moving and starting over again?
You know what they say.... Just when you start getting comfortable in your life, life throws you a curve ball. And in our case, it has been a lot of curve balls all at once. Or my new saying... just when you paint your house and love the color, it is time to sell it. Doesn't it always just seem to go that way?!
Right after the miscarriage happened back in August, my husband and I decided that it was time to close down his company, Duarte Construction. A shaky economy, lack of good health insurance, and insane working hours drove us to this decision. The glory of running our company was just not worth the headaches that go along with it. At least not for right now in this economy and where we are in our lives.
With that decision came a job search for both of us. So much of our energies over the last few weeks have been focused on pounding the pavement, making phone calls, and going to interviews. David has been looking at opportunities in the IT and Landman industries. I have been working the marketing/project management/business consultant angles.
And after some really promising interviews, it looks like there is a strong chance that we will have to pack up and leave our beloved Austin for the promise of a new city. It looks like our new city will either be Fort Worth or Houston.
I wish I could say that I am really excited about all of this. I wish that I was one of those people that would look at this situation like another adventure to file away in my life folder of awesome experiences. But if I am really honest with myself, I feel like a little girl at my first day of school that does not want to let go of my mom's hand. I am scared, anxious, and really hope that everybody will like me.
Now I love me some adventure when it comes to trying new food, visiting far away places, meeting interesting people. But in other areas - like the friends I see everyday, the place I go to sleep at night, the kitchen that I cook our meals in, the path that I run in the mornings - I like those to be constant and never changing. They serve as my calm center when the world outside is going bonkers... because we all know that it is.
I probably sound so dramatic right about now. I know that I will make new friends and we will find a house and neighborhood that I will love just as much as my current one. But the unknown right now is killing me. It is daunting in that we will be starting from scratch in building our support network and putting down roots. Much like a garden, those good things take a while.
Plus when you add the logistics of selling a house (with a toddler running around!), packing everything up, finding a new place, landing a new job, finding a new pediatrician and school for Little B, etc, etc... I get overwhelmed just thinking about it.
Our house goes on the market tomorrow. It is very bittersweet. I really like our house. But I hope it sells fast. Much like pulling off a bandaid, you just gotta take a deep breath, scream "Holy S*%#!" and give a solid yank like you mean it.
I really hope we love the next chapter/city/house/neighborhood even more. And I hope will meet even more amazing people to pull into the fold of our great group of friends. I know I will be super excited once a few decisions have been made. Until then lots of deep breathing and Nutella.
So I want to hear from y'all - Any words of wisdom on the adventures of moving and starting over again?
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