A Decision is Made...

A blog from awhile back (Moving and Shaking...) discussed cross-roads and small town living. The road has been crossed and it appears that the trail will now lead to city living--though barely. The move will happen in about two weeks and it will not be fun. Too much to do and not enough time to do it. Hubby starts the new job tomorrow, so son and I are on our own again. Sigh. He's going up to stay in the city during the week--so we get to deal with the sorting and packing. Ah, well...

Looking for a place to live was a major pain! Some places would take dogs, but not cats. Others took cats, but not dogs. Others said no pets at all--even though they advertised as pet friendly. One place was a dream house--with a bit too steep a price tag. We could have done it, but it would have been a real stretch. The final factor on that one was that son needs a place not so far out from the city proper in order to get the services he needs. So, the search continued. One of the places was advertised as "four bedroom Victorian close to University" and maybe is was. The only thing we could determine that was Victorian about it was the era in which is was built. Beyond that, there was no resemblance at all. Though all pets were acceptable and it was very close to the new job, we hesitated... Very run down with a high rental price. Out of desperation, we called on a double-wide later that evening--made an appointment to go check it out. Never say "I'll never..." because the powers that be might have other plans--like making you eat your words. So, we check out the place. It's really cute! Way smaller than what we wanted, and I'll have to give up my art studio... But, it's liveable. A 2003 model on a cement pad. Sunny and bright, all pets welcome, etc. Okay, so we can't get in until 1 September, which is why hubby has to commute. There are trade-offs. Not enough time to spend searching the globe for a place and searching is very tiring--especially in the city. Actually, the place is not in the city itself, which is another good point. LOL But, it is close enough to make it just like living in the big city--we will be about seven miles from downtown. Cool enough, right?

So, while I said I felt like it was time to move, that may have been off the mark a bit. It was time to think about moving so I jumped the gun and "felt" like moving. There is a difference. Now the reality has set in along with the realization that moving is not really my cup of tea anymore. Just wanted hubby to be able to find a job in which he could feel comfortable and settled. The one position he was offered is just not his field and he was anxious about doing it. Yes, we could have stayed here, but teaching is already stressful enough without adding to it the fact that you are out of your element. The other position, while it means having to move, is a fit--it is the subject area he is trained in. Sometimes the universe conspires to send us where we may be of use, rather than letting us stay in our comfort zones. That's okay, too. Perhaps it was just too comfortable here? Who knows why things happen the way they do. Isn't part of life trying to figure it all out? Catching the next wave and seeing where you land? Well, it's time to wax my board, er, pack some more boxes...