For some reason my wife and I decided that it would be a good idea to sell our house, buy a new house, move across the state and for her to quit her job and start working for herself, all at the same time. That’s about four major life changes we took on simultaneously. Sometimes I wonder if we were thinking straight.
From a certain perspective it makes sense to do it all at once. Our oldest daughter isn’t yet in full-time school, and Sarah’s job was tied to the school schedule so there was a natural break during the summer when we could theoretically transition ourselves into a brand new life of sorts, with minimal disruption.
Maybe in a perfect world, that would have been possible. But when we also commit to a week-long, out-of-state vacation two weeks after we move in and also plan to host a somewhat substantial birthday party for our daughter the weekend after that, the disruption piles up. Not to mention finding out that health care for the self-employed costs a small fortune and that the supposedly helpful new system won’t even be online until next year, and isn’t exactly affordable anyway. Oh, and did I mention that our car broke down, we got water in the basement, the stove has a gas leak and the well needs a new pump?
I know we’ll figure it all out. In the meantime we’ve moved closer to my closest friend and almost all of our family, and we feel supported by them like never before. And I’m looking forward to the day when we are both moving forward entirely under our own steam, beholden to no one but ourselves, and living comfortably while doing it.
I think it’s going to be a while, though.