I've been reminiscing a lot about the past year and all that's happened. Four days ago last year I turned in my two week notice to a fantastic job one I'd had for five years. A job with more than three weeks of paid vacation and boss's that loved me. My husband did the same. We had decided it was time to finally make the move we'd talked about for years.
Out of the city.
We wanted to move to a place we could raise children. A smallish town. After looking at maps and googling info. We decided on the Springfield, MO. Residing miles outside the city of course. We choose the area because it was still in the 'Ozarks' a nice central point to our families and it had the school Mr. A wanted to attend for a couple years. The landscape was beautiful lots of cliffs and running water. The plan was for him to go to school for two years while building our underground and I'd work. Then once that was done he'd work, we'd have babies and I'd stay at home.
Thus started this journey.
And I know I've said a lot of this before so let's just pretend I'm your nana repeating herself and delight me. So we sold our boat, our bedroom furniture, loaded a UHaul and moved 13 hours northeast. And you know the story from here: Then I found a job, became pregnant and lost the said job.
Plans changed quickly to say the least.
I can't help but laugh because I know that God did too when I 'figured it all out'. I mean who do I think I am "planning?"
Then things changed again we received WONDERFUL news today that Mr. Arkansas is now gainfully employed! He landed a super-sweet job at a HUGE company here in town. He'll be working as the Master Maintenance Tech at their R&D plant. He went for all his pre-employment screens this past week so we've been in limbo waiting for his official start date. The call finally came today for him to start tomorrow - And if I wasn't 7 months pregnant - I'd do a backflip right now I'm so happy for him. For us.
It's been one heck of a transition from working. To moving. Of course, I miss our friends and family in Texas. Yet I'm so happy to be in a place I'm happy to have children. Plans of changed a little after a year of school Mr. A will be working again going to school in the fall a few nights a week. In three short months we'll have a little one. And I'm home full time.
All and all it's so much to take in yet I feel so blessed to have had the guts to do it all. To take the jump / risk and have a husband ready to jump with me. No things might not have worked perfectly to plan but we're here, happy and healthy. And honestly what more is there? I feel like one heck-of-a lucky knocked up girl right now. Don't mind the tears that's just the hormones.