What a whirlwind these past several weeks have been. An emotional whirlwind I might add. No longer will I ever look at an unemployed professional with a “Well, just go GET A JOB!!!” attitude. As I’m learning in this thing called life, rarely are things as cut and dry as we tend to think. And a sense of control over our lives, our circumstances, is a fleeting illusion at best.
We’ve done all we could do. Have prayed, searched, knocked on doors, prayed some more, cried, look some more. Rinse, lather repeat.
Every job prospect in AZ has ended with shut door. Even I received a few ding letters. (Jay and I always joke about how I usually get offered whatever job I interview for. But of course, what I’m looking for and what he’s looking for are two different things.)
These have been very, very scary days for us watching whats left of of our finances circle the drain, the unemployment pittance ending, and no employment prospect on the horizon.
Until last week. Jay accepted an offer with Heritage Propane in Helena, MT. I worked for them when we were newlyweds and know firsthand it is a great company.
So now we’re once again in transition. Jay will be heading up there to start work and find housing. The kids and I will linger until we have a house to move our things into to. (We just can’t bear the thought of ANOTHER storage unit and more temporary housing.)
The emotions of this are all over the board. Relief that Jay’s found a good job that sounds like will be an excellent fit for him. Joy of being by friends and family. Helena’s a great city…it’s familiar. We have our networks in place already.
The flip side that I’ve bawled countless tears over: No more American Heritage Academy. I never knew a school like this could exist. The Montana winters. That was one of the biggest reasons we left over five years ago. And the ever present Montana economy. Missing my sisters- we’ve never lived by one another as adults and I’ve been tickled beyond words to be a short drive apart from each other. I love the sunshine and hot weather here too.
But the door that are open are in Helena and truth is. we really don’t know what purposes may unfold in the months and years ahead. So in the meanwhile, I forward to coffee at Morning Light, Sweet Grass whole wheat cinnamon rolls and those other cozy home town comforts.
But enough soliloquy. That’s what’s going on with the Lodes. We are so very grateful for all the love and support we’ve received from you all. If you feel so lead, please send flannel shirts, wool socks and hot chocolate. THANK YOU.