...should reschedule.
Move to San Diego is off. For good.
It's not something we're discussing in detail in the '70s Palace these days, because of the way it happened (or hasn't happened, Himself knows, but hasn't been officially notified by the San Diego team or HR).
So, a dozen boxes to unpack (or stare at until we know when/if/where we're going to move months down the road). A garden to finish (someone please tell me what to do with the massive amount of tulips in my garden space - do they come back? Can I cut them down? Do anything to make them look nice now that they've expended their springtime glory?). A summer to plan - in The Frontier.
It's been a long roller coaster ride the past 3 1/2 months.
The whole thing probably explains why I couldn't get a single realtor to call me back in San Diego.
I'm going to miss the anticipation of a sunshiny winter and a full-time work-from-home gig. Not to mention the raise, which would mean less time I have to do a full-time-gig at all.
This too shall pass. This too shall be for our benefit. It just doesn't settle anything. Himself still will be transferred somewhere, sometime. We just don't know where or when.
Murphy's law says it will be sometime late August - just when Baby Girl #2 is supposed to make her earthly debut. Because isn't that how it always happens?
I'd rather not have to repeat this week.
5 comments:
I would give the tulips some fertilizer right about now, wait until the leaves start to brown, and then cut them all off with scissors. They'll come back next spring. In the meantime you can plant annuals amongst them. That's what I do. :)
Aargh!
I'm flying over right now for chocolate and sympathy.
Oh, no! I'm sorry...that stinks! All will work out...all will work out... but still. Sigh.
Sara, I'm sorry to say, but your life is like a soap opera. It's one crazy thing after another. I'm so sorry this didn't work out! Hang in there!
Bonnie - you sound just like my mother. I swear the only constant thing in our life is change. It was fine until I hit 30 and the "mother of kids" plural stage. Now it's just exhausting.
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