Voila
Well, the Big News as referred to in yesterday's post was indeed, as pointed out by my good friend, DD, a new job and possible move.
Recently, I did some work for a company that does the type of work that my husband does. To make a long story short, B was offered a job at that company for significantly more pay. Unfortunately, the job is in another town in the middle of No Where (a/k/a Where the Buffalo Roam.) Coincidently, I attended a deposition with a fellow law school grad wherein I explained the circumstances surrounding B's employment opportunity. To make a longer story shorter, I was offered a position at her firm in the same town as B's potential employer for significantly more money.
Did I mention the location of these dream jobs is less-than-ideal? When you look at the real estate listings for this town words like, "tundra," "vast open spaces" and "enjoy life with no neighbors!" are a repeating theme.
Alas, I will be turning down the dream job this afternoon and will continue to plant my Sorry Ass in the same green chair every morning.
The thing is that I love our house. Our boys love our house. It is my dream house. It is my dream neighborhood. We got a great deal on a great house in a great neighborhood in the perfect school district. How often does that happen? Once a lifetime?
Then there were the side benefits to staying: (1) Nico's best pal, William, lives down the street from us and I have this crazy dream that they will grow up together, go to medical school and open up a joint medical practice. SHUT UP. It could totally happen. (2) William's little brother, Gavin, is the same age as Michael, so if William and Nicolas don't fulfill my joint medical practice dream, then Gavin and Michael will pull through. (3) Our in-laws live only a few miles away and have a huge farm with animals and all sorts of cool stuff that makes childhood fun. Nicolas, especially, loves going to the farm and looks forward to it every weekend.
Sure, we don't have a lot of money now, but we're not unhappy. We're not starving. Besides, what would we do with the money? Buy more stuff? Aside from the Diet Coke, I'm quite happy going without stuff.
Oh, and about the Diet Coke: I officially went without buying it for six months and I'm over it. I cannot live with Diet Coke. I'm a weak, weak woman.
Yippee, yippee, I got it right. Do I get a Diet Coke? Probably not, now that you have the market cornered on it again.
Congrats on making a decision you feel you can live with.
Posted by: Cricket | February 07, 2007 at 04:16 PM
Where the buffalo roam? Are you talking about Montana? Don't forget I live here, and you get used to the wide open spaces. You can play the "I only get to drink one beer for every town we pass on the interstate" and never get drunk. Okay that part is probably only true part of the time. The part about living close to grandparents has total validity - it is the main reason we are looking to relocate.
Posted by: Karen | February 07, 2007 at 05:05 PM
It sounds like you are making all the right decisions for all the right reasons. (Including, of course, the decision to buy diet coke again.)
Posted by: Em | February 07, 2007 at 06:34 PM
Omigosh!!! I can't believe you made a decision on it!!! That must have been so hard. I can't believe you DIDN'T CALL ME!!
Posted by: Tanya | February 07, 2007 at 08:10 PM
(Note to self: Erin's drinking Diet Coke again--must buy more stock.)
Wow, that was a lot to consider. I can completely understand why you want to stay where you are, though. Being close to family is such a nice thing--I've been trying to convince various parts of my family to move to Atlanta since P was born. I've almost got my sister and her boyfriend sold on it.
In any event, it sounds like you know what you want and are making the best decisions for your family!
Posted by: Erin | February 08, 2007 at 10:21 AM
If you're talking about North Dakota, then I totally understand, my dear. Too much time in Western North Dakota can make you want to die.
I think as long as you feel good about your choice, you've made the right one. Now enjoy that house and shoveling that driveway all you can.
Posted by: Mollywogger | February 08, 2007 at 03:36 PM
Choices. Deep sigh. THe way I look at it--they're better than no choices.
Posted by: Denise | February 12, 2007 at 11:06 AM