Something highly unusual happened today: two jobs within two hours of DH’s parents opened up today. And yes, I applied for both.
Job #1 is a relatively prestigious employer. I’m pretty sure I won’t get this one – they tend to hire people with a lot more experience than I have, and right after I sent in my resume I discovered a typo on it! Ugh.
Job #2 is also relatively prestigious. They were looking for somebody with at least three years of experience in the field, and I have…. (wait for it)… FOUR! Go me, I’m awesome!
In other words, both of these jobs are likely to be long shots. And yes, the thought of moving away makes me want to run around shrieking “AAAAAAUGHHH I CAN’T DO THIS!!!”
However, let’s face facts: DH and I have few compelling reasons to stay put. We have no children to worry about, both of our cats are now deceased and we have no close family here. I love my church, but both Job #1 and Job #2 are located in a big metropolitan area; I can certainly find a church I like there.
We do have a compelling reason to leave: My FIL will be 70 on his next birthday, and if we’re going to spend more time with him, I’d like to do so while he’s still healthy enough to enjoy it.