“Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.” Robert Frost, Death of a Hired Hand
Sometimes the blog feels like that. It’s reassuring to know that it’s here if I need it. Also good that it doesn’t induce horrific guilt trips when I don’t.
Not saying that I “need” the blog right now, but it *is* nice to come back to an outlet that lets me post more than 140 characters at a time. I suppose the “new” Facebook lets me do that as well, but I still feel that Facebook is just a place for short little blurbs about how I feel and what’s going on. But I digress.
The last four or five weeks–heck, the last three months–have been roller coasterish for us, and we’re just now starting to even out a bit. Except that Eric has a job interview coming up in a few weeks (in Maine!) that might mean that we’ll be moving…again…after less than two years here in Texas. That’s the last time I’ll believe anyone who tells me that “this position will mean that you all will stay put for at least five years.” Bah humbug! Although I have to admit, all four of us are much more excited than I thought we would be at the prospect of moving again so soon.
Texas is nice, but it’s just never really felt comfortable. I love our house and the pool, and especially our incredibly lush, green back yard, but I truly loath and despise the traffic and nonstop road construction, and I’m tired of having to drive one to six hours in order to do the types of things that we’re used to doing in our leisure time. Heck, my poor truck hasn’t been off-road since we’ve gotten here (except for the dirt road to the Scout camp), and we all miss our exploring adventures. California didn’t have much off-roading either–but it did have the beach and the redwoods, and they made up for a lot.
Anyway, all that’s to say that we’ve all got our fingers crossed that the folks in Maine are as impressed by Eric as we all are. The position seems custom made for him and his abilities. And the other cool thing is that timing works out really well–the position would start July 1, which would mean that the kids could start school in Maine right at the beginning of the school year. It will be Hannah’s first year of high school (gasp!). It wouldn’t be bad to stay in Texas, but all things being equal, I’m still hoping that Maine works out.
I’ve been spinning again after the three-day class I took with Abby Franquemont at the DFW Fiberfest. The Jensen and I have become friends again, and I’ve realized that I haven’t touched my Louet in almost two years. Might be time to let it find a new home.
Anyway, I’ll wash up what I’ve spun and take some pics to post tomorrow. In the meantime, have a great day!
