Pete and I were under the beach umbrellas in Florida when he said…
“Liz, I think I’m about to get a job offer, and it’s one we really need to consider.”
My heart sunk because I knew what it meant.
Moving far far away from a life we loved.
We loved our routine, our friends, our neighborhood, being a 3 hour drive to my family. We were comfortable and I can’t describe the roller coaster of emotions I’ve felt for the past 8.5 months. Deciding to go for It was probably one of the most anguishing decisions I’ve made in my life thus far.
I’m extremely close with my family. I was terrified of even broaching the subject of “hey we’re thinking about moving 1200+ miles away. Whatcha think?!”
I couldn’t comprehend not being able to make a trip home on a whim. I never imagined our life outside of the Carolinas, so it felt like all the dreams I had for what our future would look like shattered.
I remember roughly 4-5 years ago for some reason my sister and I happened to be home on a Friday afternoon. Two of our best friends growing up also were sisters and had brand new babies. They grew up next to their grandparents house-Nana and Boppa. How freaking cute?! Truly they are the most lovely humans on the planet. Nana and Boppa were watching their grand children and our friend Emily was there so we stopped by to hang out for a bit.
That afternoon is engrained in my mind. It was such a happy experience to see our friend and recognizing how special that must be to have your grandparents watching YOUR babies. I remember thinking in that moment….my life will never be like this, and that has to be okay.
I have the best memories from my childhood, and you only know what you know. So my dream in a way was recreating that. Being near my family, having my children grow up with my friends children, all the great things about small town southern life.
I had to let go of that, and it was HARD. Still is.
This job for my husband really was a life changing opportunity for us. Not to mention it was an incredible testament to who he is and his work ethic. He was incredibly gracious, patient, and understanding with me throughout the whole process. I can’t say I would have done the same if the situation were reversed. The job offer meant moving to HIS hometown. I would have said “Pack your bags babe! We’re outta here!” without a second thought.
Anyways, I’ll share more later but we are indeed living in Iowa. I’ve been here for about 6 weeks and I’m currently writing this post on a fold out card table in my mother in law’s basement.