Thursday, February 27, 2014

Going home (Everything's coming up Milhouse!)


So, 2014 was gearing up to be a big year anyway, what with this whole having-a-baby business.  I have now officially made it a little bigger by accepting a job offer back near Richmond, Virginia (I'll be working in a neighboring county).  I get to be an Assistant Branch Manager, which is pretty fantastic, good for my career, awesome, etc.  I'm thrilled, thrilled, thrilled professionally.

We get to go home.

I don't leave without regrets -- I had a really good run at my library, I loved the job, and the team I worked with was the best team I've ever worked with professionally.  I wanted to grow into an old cat lady with my fellow circ team and I don't even own a cat.

From a personal standpoint, unfortunately, it turns out it wasn't enough to balance out the loneliness I've experienced here, as well as the more-important fact that we're economically worse-off than we were back in Richmond, even though the cost of living here is cheaper.  My husband's job opportunities here have been grim, and he was preparing to be a stay-at-home-dad here by day...but to make ends meet he'd also have to find a part-time job that fit perfectly with my full-time hours, while knowing we have no backup care whatsoever.  It was a looming problem.  And I know it's a problem TONS of people live with, and that was certainly an option, wasn't ideal, and I thought if we *could* change it that we ought to try.

While there's no guarantee finding a new job in Richmond will be easy for Patrick, the chances seem much greater both in the short AND long-term since he finishes his grad degree next spring, so we have to think about that too.  Importantly though, with my parents around to help with baby care, the hours he takes at whatever new job he gets don't have to fit within such strict time parameters.

I don't know if I've ever mentioned it on here before, but another factor has to do with the fact that my mom's disabled (think Dr. House in terms of chronic pain due to her condition), and so travel is difficult for her.  Long-term Roanoke just isn't a good fit for us since we want our kid to have a relationship with his or her grandparents.  Patrick's parents are also about ten years older than my parents, and live in DC, so moving back to Richmond makes this much easier on them too.  Basically, my loneliness was not enough to make this decision.  When it comes down to it, the factors are much less feeeeeeeeels-y than that, though the sads are a contributing factor.  Ultimately, this is just what's best for my family.  And it's kind of nice to be able to make that kind of decision really, really confidently this go-around.

I am so glad to move back closer to our community of friends.  I've found that there's a finite amount of time between leaving a place and the point at which you can come back before things get Weird, and your friends have all moved on, and you have to figure it all out again.  I think I'm stepping back through within that window of time, and I can't wait.  I love my friends.  They deserve the ~privilege~ of having my baby shoved on them for tickles and such.  ;)

So.  Big things are underfoot.  We're waiting to hear back from our landlords since we JUST SIGNED A LEASE.  They seem willing to consider working something out, since we explained the rather weird circumstances (I applied for the job long before signing a lease & thought that ship had sailed, baby, etc) so we'll see what they say.  With any luck, we'll be able to figure something out that won't require us to live apart for a while trying to find sub-letters (or worse, having a verrry expensive "storage unit" in Roanoke for the next year...).  The benefit of moving back to our home city is that my parents are there and I can stay with them for free if needed....but that also includes living with my two little brothers, who I love, but...well, I love my whole family, but living with them again for an extended period of time is hardly ideal.  I love them.  We allllllll need our space.  So the sooner Patrick lands a job the better, since then we can confidently put down money on a place that's bigger than 500 square feet (since we're moving back to an area with a higher cost of living).


That was a wordy rambling post, and if you made it all the way through that, I am floored!  My financial ramblings are probably the most boring components to make up a blog post.  But, sometimes you just want to explain everything.  I don't like leaving jobs, especially jobs I happen to think are really great jobs, so it pains me a bit to do it, even when the outcome for me is hugely good.  So I think I have the innate desire to explain it.

The main point of all this rambling is....I am so, so happy.  A bit stressed out trying to make a lot of pieces fall into place, but happy.  So very, very thrilled.

1 comment:

  1. That's so exciting! One of the reasons we're waiting a few more years for kids is because I'm holding out hope that my parents will move down here from Michigan, so I totally understand the desire to want to be near yours with the baby. Congratulations on the amazing sounding job - I'll be crossing fingers everything goes as smoothly as possible with all the little details!