Saturday, November 22, 2014
A lot of you, my faithful followers of my blog, have been with me at least for the last four years and weathered our somewhat disastrous move close to four years ago. You knew how I did not want to move and all the problems associated with it. It was an honorable thing to do for hubby to quit his job and move closer to his parents to help out in what would turn out to be their final year of their lives. I went along with it, but my heart was never with the move and I have to say the first year at least was hard with things slowly but surely improving over time.
One thing that hubby could never establish was a steady base of guitar students to teach. He needed a certain amount to make the money he needed to help cover expenses that my salary would not. Although we didn't have a mortgage or rent, we of course had the other expenses of living, utilities, food, internet (necessity for my work), etc. It wasn't that he wasn't a good teacher because he was, it was just the economy. First thing when money gets tight are disposable things to go like music lessons, etc.
Very soon after hubby realized the teaching was not going to accomplish what he needed money wise, he started looking for a job back in the field he had left. He diligently searched for a job high and low literally. He signed up for lots of different job search sites, shifted through hundreds (literally) of emails daily from such sites and applied for pretty much everything and anything that would remotely be part of his former career. In the almost four years he had done so, he sent in a multitude of applications and got a handful of responses and barely went on five interviews if I'm counting correctly.
We weren't even picky where the job might be. Our preference would be this area because of family and the gorgeous weather, but we were realistic. There were parts of the country that for various reasons we didn't want, but lets just say we were open to at least 40 of the 50 states.
We thought perhaps it was his age that was hindering his getting hired because he had tons of experience and glowing references.
I kept praying but I really wasn't sure he would ever work in his field again. I knew God would meet our needs as he had so faithfully done over the years, but I wasn't sure how it would happen and we were even thinking of hubby taking early retirement next year when he would be eligible to do so.
Then, out of the blue, but that's how God seems to work; when things seem like they are hopeless or impossible, etc., something opened up. A job he had applied for back in August. Hadn't heard anything since then. Pretty much had written it off.
Got a call for an interview. They wanted him to come out by a certain date. I had so happened arranged for that day off of work even before the call had come and the interview got arranged for that day so I could accompany hubby. And that's where we went for our whirlwind car trip last weekend.
While he interviewed, I drove around the town. (Thank God for GPS is all I can say). I really enjoyed what I saw.
Hubby came away from the interview saying they really liked him. But he had other interviews where they really liked him and then he never heard from them again.
He was one of three interviewed. There was one before him, he in the middle, and the final one this past Monday. Tuesday morning around 8:15 our time, his cell phone rang. He didn't recognize the number and we were getting ready to shoot Koda (insulin shot) so he let it go to voice mail.
When he picked up the call a bit later, it was from the facility he had interviewed with.
He called back.......
and you know what I'm about to say.....
he got offered the job......
not only did he get offered the job, but it was more of a salary than his previous job he had quit four years ago.....
He told them he would talk it over with me, but he was pretty sure he would accept the job and would call them the next day.
Long story short, of course he called them the next day and accepted the job.
We are moving. Yes, 13 moves in 26 years, but I guess that's how we roll.
Where you may ask?
Prescott, Arizona. Its a city of over 40,000 at 5300 feet altitude. It gets the changes of the season more than we do here in the San Diego area and gets some snow. Cooler weather (I have to admit I will miss the 80 degrees in December days.....)
But hubby will soon be gainfully employed again (thank you Lord).
His first day is the first week of January 2015.
We get a generous moving allowance so more than likely we won't even have to pack ourselves but can have the moving company pack for us and move us (for that I'm grateful).
We are still in the planning stages of things but this I know:
1. We will rent there.
2. We will fix up the house here and rent it out through a property management company.
3. Koda will go with us.
4. We are in the same state where son lives, much closer to him than we are now.
5. I will continue working where I'm working now. I can work anywhere as long as I have Internet.
I'm really excited about this move. I think it will be a good one in so many ways.
I'm grateful to God for answered prayer in his timing. I've learned a lot over these four years.
I look forward to sharing our new adventures with you all.
My new blog header picture is from right in front of the courthouse there in Prescott. Those are Arizona flags lined up. I thought the bench would enjoy that view as we prepare for our move in the month ahead.