As my job search continues, the several options I had been exploring (and some, interviewing for) have started to fall off the radar screen. Right now I am down to two, both fairly assured that I may get an offer soon. Neither are in Des Moines. It's looking more and more like I will have to move. On one of the jobs, Diane and I are now starting to consider how I might move, but finagle keeping our home where it is, so as to retire in it in 4 years, but still see each other regularly. On the other job, that would not be possible, so I am wondering if we could get Jimmy to consider also moving there, so he could be near us like he is here.
Earlier this week, I found myself standing at the top of the staircase to the lower level and nearly began to cry. I had an overwhelming feeling of loss, saying to myself "I don't want to leave here." For a guy who's moved around as much as I have, it feels strange to have such a strong attachment to a place. I don't know what to make of it.
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