So, the move didn't go through. We drove up for the final interview and right off the bat, the whole situation just didn't feel right. They put us up in a scary motel, (not kidding... police/ambulance/firetruck showed up TWICE in a three hour period- first time was for a wreck in the parking lot and the second was for a strung out guy lying in the middle of the parking lot), then during the interview they weren't clear on what resources the department had to do the things that actually needed to be done, and although they had a decent offer, the benefits were so bad that we would actually be taking a pay cut. So I kind of had a feeling right away that it wasn't going to pan out. I think that softened the blow when we counter-offered and they didn't budge. We just knew it wasn't a right fit.
However, we have decided to put the house on the market since there has been a drastic upswing in the real estate market here. That way, when hubby starts looking for jobs again around the place we want to move to, we won't have to worry about trying to sell the house then! Also, I'm going back to school starting today to get a CNA certification so I can start gaining medical experience to pursue my Master's degree to become a PA. I'll finish that in a month's time, hopefully get a job (which is extremely likely given that 80% of the class has job offers before the cert is over), work for a few months, try to find a job for hubby, possible move, then start pre-reqs in the spring/summer. About 3 semesters of pre-reqs, then I take the GRE and apply for PA schools. And then up to 3.5 years of more school. Yes. I am aware that I'm crazy. No doubt about that, but I'm doing it.
Working in the medical field was my dream from a really early age. I wanted to be a doctor from about age 8 on, but was discouraged from doing so for all kinds of reasons by the people around me who had their own selfish agendas for me. I spent years trying to follow their limitations and expectations and was miserable for it. Living for years denying thoughts, feelings and dreams can seriously mess you up, and it did. For awhile I entirely forgot who I wanted to be. I lived for others who actually should have had no bearing on my future. Now I'm doing this for me and the family I've created with my husband and son. I feel free to pursue what I want to do without feeling a constant sense of guilt and misery. It's a little scary to step out of a pattern and make such a drastic change, but it's also invigorating! I'll keep my blog updated as I can, but it will probably continue to be less frequent now that other things are coming into my life.
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