Last week I sold our house, quit my job, moved our family three hours away, and went back to teaching—all in one hour.
It started simply enough.
It started with one of those long conversations with a close friend. You know the kind of conversation where you talk about all sorts of random, seemingly unrelated topics.
Don’t you think life continues to bring you the same challenges in different situations until you decide to work through the challenge and grow from it?
Have you thought anymore about going back to teaching so you can be at the same school as Emily and Drew?
Maybe if I had gone to college far away from home, I’d feel more confident in moving away from the only place I’ve ever known.
I left the conversation that day feeling reflective, invigorated, motivated, restless…
Innocently enough, I texted another friend and asked if she had any connections for a possible teaching job at a school I would love for Emily and Drew to attend.
Maybe. Possibly. But why don’t you consider the opening at my school?
It’s a great school for Emily and Drew, and it’s the kind of position that may only come open once in a career. It’s exactly what I am looking for…
Only it’s three hours away.--
In another city…
Away from my parents, my sister, my brother, niece, and nephew…
Away from a house we have yet to sell…
Away from a steady job I’ve had for four years…
Furious texting ensues as I get more details. It feels like I am minutes away from
living in a new city, teaching across the hall from my best friend from college, and sending my kids to a dream school.
I get home and run down the series of proposed life changes to Marty. Surely, he won’t agree to move three hours away from his hockey season tickets. I dig in for the fight.
But, surprisingly, he says it’s a plan worth considering.
I am wondering if I have stepped into an alternate universe.
Maybe I am having a mid- thirties crisis, the kind that happens when you are just days away from being on the backside of 30. Maybe I am having a moment of clarity. Maybe my husband and I are on the brink of making our biggest life decision since deciding to have children.
And in the pause, I look at what this hour of certain uncertainty brought me—
I realized, for the first time in my adult life, I am finally okay with moving (a reasonable distance away) from my family. I am not ready to move across the country, but three hours is doable, especially if it is in our family’s best interest.
I realized that soon I will need to address this job situation that I have been ignoring since I received the promotion to mommy.
I realized that I still have decisions to make about Emily and Drew’s school situation, and that this decision is likely tied in some way to what I decide to do with my job.
I realized that getting Marty to be open to my idea felt like the rebellious teenager finally getting what once had been forbidden.
So are we going to move? Am I going to start seriously looking for a new job? Am I going to make a well-reasoned decision about school for Emily and Drew? Will Marty and I learn to make important decisions without each of us feeling like we have been through a boxing match?
What I do know is I am meant to figure some important things out—about stepping into the unknown, reestablishing my professional self, sacrificing for love and compromising without losing myself.
And, if I have learned anything about life, it’s that life is going to continue to present me with challenges wrapped in different packages until I work through what I am supposed to learn.
Guess it’s time to start unwrapping.