I don’t know about ya’ll, but when I see this (or a derivative of it), a mild panic attack knocks me on my butt. I HATE moving, and the sad thing is, I have moved approximately 14 times in 27 years and have lived in 7 different states. I have moved more times than any normal person should, and most of the moving was done on my own after I graduated high school. I was born in the state of Pennsylvania even though we lived in Ohio (right on the border), and then after living in West Virginia for a few years, we moved to Maryland were we lived until I finished high school. That summer, my family moved to Connecticut, and then 3 weeks later I moved to Greenville, NC to attend East Carolina University. During the time I went to ECU, I moved into an apartment, then into my own apartment, and then into another apartment with roommates. That summer, after I graduated, I moved back to Connecticut, then 3 months later moved to Richmond, VA for grad school. During grad school, I moved another time from 2 roommates to 1, then moved in with my husband a year later. The next summer, we moved to Charlottesville, and then next summer we moved here, to Memphis.
So, this is the first summer in 9 years I am NOT moving, and I am so, so, so overwhelmingly happy about this. In fact, we won’t be moving next summer either–also very exciting.
However, I am going to be doing something else this summer. Changing jobs. When we moved here, the husband was already set for school and it was up to me to find a good job with good benefits. Well, I found a job. And it had benefits. Neither of them good, but at least something. Since getting hired there, I spent most of my time looking for another job and it was a struggle. It wasn’t until last week that I found the perfect job to switch to. I shouldn’t say perfect, but it seems like a much better fit, better deal, better everything. Close to home, better hours, but most importantly using my skills and experience AND getting supervision for my LPC, which is my ultimate goal in my career. Id addition, I will not have to volunteer extra hours to get supervision, which was what I was doing. I will actually get it at my job. This is more important than a higher salary or better benefits (which is just an added bonus). The only difference is I will be working Tuesday-Saturday. At first, I was worried about this because it was going to take away some time with the husband. But given this year will be his most difficult year in this program, it may be alright. He can have the time Saturday to get his work done, and I can have Mondays to get all the errands, cleaning, sorting, other stuff done so that Saturday evening and Sunday, we can have that time to ourselves.
I’m really excited to see how this new job and schedule plays out. We are moving into our 2nd year here and it seems like the perfect time for changes and new beginnings. I’m really looking forward to this year.
