I wish I could say I had news, but nothing to report. So I've been keeping busy:
I have painted the trim and walls in the living room. I just have one more wall around the windows, and then I am left with just the bedrooms to update.
The green beans are in, the parsley has taken off, the lettuce is now gone, but the tomatoes and cukes are just beginning to flower. Go garden!
Hubby and kids did a road race this weekend. I just cheered - not quite ready to run a race again. But I have begun running again, now that spurs on my heels have been reduced and the doctor has cleared me to run.
Hubby took me to see La Nouba, Cirque du Soleil for my birthday on Saturday. On Friday, I had friends over for a Mexican dinner and made some tasty sangria and even better chocolate mousse. Both nights were lots of fun.
Made strawberry jelly and am going to move on to jam today.
Trying to stay positive and be patient, but I never was virtuous . . .
I try not to write about it much, but we are still continuing the job search. We still hope to leave Florida and the resumes are still going out. For the most part, they fall into two categories - jobs in places that are close to my family in New England and jobs that are far, far away.
Part of me wants to be close to my family. To see my children grow up with their cousins. To have autumn with apple orchards and real pumpkin patches. To have summers at the lake. It is the place of my youth and all that I know, and I would enjoy seeing my children have some of the same experiences.
On the other hand, there are so many interesting places in the world. I would love my children to learn another language and to truly experience another culture as only you can when you live there. I would love to put myself in a situation where I have no choice but to learn a new language and live a different and unknown life.
This week, in a two hour span, Hubby's job hunt became a symbol of my conflict. This week, he has an interview with a firm within a hour of my siblings and within two hours of my parents. It is a place I know well (went to school in the area) and it would be comfortable and familar. Next week, he has an interview with a US entity that is far, far, far away (think over the ocean). While the language at work would be english, it is certainly not an english speaking place. It would be challenging and exciting and a very different life in some ways.
They are both first interviews, and it is a long process, and neither may ever offer Hubby a job, or neither may be the "right" choice. But for a just a bit, I thought "what if" - what if one of these is the right job. And for just a minute, I had some hope that someday we might actually leave here.