Well, the last of our family members have left the house and headed home after a really wonderful holiday. Our house is now eerily quiet and I am longing to be home in Wisconsin more than ever.
All of my homeward bound angst leads, inevitably, to action. So naturally the husband and I started job searching (yet again) somewhere around 9:40 pm. Lo and behold we found something that would be a fantastic fit for the husband, a job he used to do in the Army, a job he loved, a job he is very good at and would be excited to return to. He submitted his initial application last night. Don't you just love a man of action?
We went to bed in a fog of bewilderment, awe and excitement, wondering if this is the sign we were looking for, if this was the reason our other plans fell through. Or, if it will be another flash in the pan. Of course only time will tell. But I, forever without self control, have been researching the three towns that are options, looking up real estate, jobs, downtown charms, travel distances to friends and family, the works.
Somehow I can't help but get excited about these pings of hope. These potential beginnings of our homestead. What isn't to get excited about?
But ever the pragmatist, I (probably smartly) have been trying to reign myself in. After all, these are all only maybes. Big, fat, fickle maybes.
Then again, if it does pay off and work out, how wonderful will those first moments of certainty be? Oh possibilities... how you toy with our emotions! So here's to 2013, possibilities, and hopefully this job actually working out. Because I can't wait to get home.
UPDATE: Turns out it was just gas. And an inept employee who should have seen that certain dates of service wouldn't make the husband a viable applicant. So, back to the drawing board and back to reality.