My husband’s current job is moving to Portland, Oregon. [deep breath]
He told me about this several months ago. My reaction, of course, was how can I possibly move to Oregon? Here in California I have family, friends, students, history, roots, an abundance of contacts and resources. How can I leave all of that? So I did what any good Gemini would do. I refused to believe it. And that was that.
There was just one problem. My husband didn’t refuse to believe it. He was completely serious. He knew it was our reality. Where the job is, is where we also need to be. The “plan” consisted of the hubs moving up to Portland in February. My two girls and I would stay through June so my oldest could graduate high school. After that, the packing, the goodbyes and the road trip to a new life begins! You have no idea of the sadness I have felt. Every lunch I had with friends was one step closer to my last lunch. Every Zumba class I taught got me one step closer to my last class. This past Christmas was my last California Christmas with the entire family in one place. It was all so gut-wrenching. Over the last few months I literally have experienced all the stages of grief.
- Denial & Isolation (hell no I’m not moving!!)
- Anger (Oh did I experience anger! How the #%&^*$ can this POSSIBLY be happening dammit?)
- Bargaining (what if I do this, or do that? Maybe I can find a job and stay here with the kids and do things myself.)
- Depression (a deep, intense sadness that was difficult to control and hide)….and finally….
- Acceptance. Accepting the fact that the job is in Portland, a new life awaits us in Portland, and that is that. I’m not going to break up our family because of this, so I must go and do what I must do. Start all over again at age 47. *sigh* Okay. I can do this.
At 7:00 a.m. this morning, January 3, 2013, my husband called to let me know his boss wants him in Portland mid-month for a week to work in the office. This would be a good time for me and our youngest daughter to also go out there and begin our home search, look around the area, find a high school…you know….the things a family needs to do before making a 1,000 mile relocation to another state. Boy did this day arrive quickly.
So….with all of that being said, scroll back up and remember I started this post out with the words “My husband’s current job.”
As of about 11:30 this morning, he was offered (and accepted) a NEW position……right here in Irvine, California. He is scheduled to begin January 22, 2013. We are officially NOT moving to Portland, Oregon.
And never-give-up-hope for what you really, really want.