Wednesday, January 5, 2011
The In Between
I've been feeling very in between today. Mostly this is due to the big life change that'll be coming this summer to a Lewis family near you: moving. I have mixed feelings about it. Bryan and I have lived in the same tiny little apartment since we got married three years ago. And despite it's cinder block walls, lack of a bathroom counter, and third flooredness, we have really loved it here. We're just a quick walk from the school, we have wonderful neighbors, and there's ample opportunity to get together with other young moms. All major pluses in my book.
But don't let all these warm fluffy feelings deceive you. I AM SO EXCITED TO MOVE. So much so that I've been cleaning out junk and whatnot "because we'll be moving soon" for at least the past year. Two days ago I even scored us a spot at the top of the waiting list for the place we're hoping to move into. If we do get in (and I'm pretty sure we will), it'll mean more square footage, three floors all to ourselves, no more walking up three flights of stairs with groceries and--here's the kicker--a washer and dryer hook-up. Ahhh. :) Now doesn't that just sound dreamy?
Sadly, as always, there's a catch. I'll leave out all the juicy details and just say this: I've gotta work for at least the first year. And, quite frankly, it's stressing me out. And I can't just babysit someone's kid or be a nanny or something. I have to work somewhere. As in, I have to get a paycheck. It all has to do with getting in-state residency. Bah. Bryan and I both feel like it's the right thing to do, but that doesn't keep it from stressing me out. Although it's funny--it's not even so much the actual working part that stresses me out. It's the finding a job part that brings on the stress. The trying to convince someone that I really am as nice and normal and qualified as I seem part. Especially since I'm hoping I'll be able to work at a preschool or daycare or somewhere where I can bring the big O with me.
And I was kind of hoping that writing about it would help relieve some of the stress, but, to be honest, I think it's only making it worse. So for now I'll leave it all at that. But before I go, let me ask you this:
Any advice on types of jobs where you can bring your child with you?
Or, better yet, anyone out there own a fabric shop and want to hire me to come in (ahem, with my child) while I oogle over all of your beautiful fabric? Haha. Yeah right. :)