And The Bomb Drops
Last Friday, I lost my job.
It was completely unexpected (to me) and out of the blue. I’m not going to go into too much detail here because everything you put on the internet is public and permanent, but suffice it to say that this throws a serious wrench in our plans. Suddenly all the money we were going to put into making this house a home, now has to go towards paying the bills. The great irony of it all is that now I have all this free time every day to do renovations and complete projects, but no resources to do them with.
I never realized how much I valued my job/my career until it was taken away from me so abruptly. I was the type who used to say that if my husband made enough money, I’d quit my job and become a housewife. But now that that’s essentially what I am, I realize how much this is not for me. I want to be out there, doing my job and kicking ass. I want to don my business suit and tote my cup of coffee and go out there and do something. I miss the feeling of being busy, of having a schedule, of being part of a team.
I’m trying not to get too down about this whole situation, but it is scary. I’ve applied for seven jobs already, and have spoken with four recruiters with multiple more opportunities for me. I know there’s another job out there for me, and one that will be even better than the last one. But for now, it’s scary.
So, for now, house projects will be light. Our major renovations will have to wait. Our dreams of hosting a housewarming/come-see-our-new-house party are postponed. In the meantime, I’m here at home all day trying to organize things and clean up the remainder of our move-in mess, and do some small projects here and there with what I have on hand. All the while trying to stay positive and remember that this too shall pass, and this will be a fun story to tell our hypothetical grandkids someday.