We’re moving! It’s finally official. I posted on Facebook and Instagram about a week ago, and have tried to let people know in person, so if you’re just learning about it now, my apologies.
After months of limbo, not knowing if we are staying or going, I’m grateful just to finally know!
Brian has accepted a job offer from the U.S. Forest Service. He’s been running the Fuels program (fuels reduction =prescribed fire) for the BLM’s Moab district for ten years, and now will be managing the program for the Rocky Mountain region, which includes five different states.
A huge change, but one we are welcoming. I can’t even articulate why. On paper and in my head, it makes no sense. We love Moab. We have great friends and community here. Our next-door neighbor Carol is like an extra grandmother to the boys, as is our beloved Miss Bobbie. We love this house. While this job will be a promotion for Brian, even financially it makes sense to stay---we could have this house paid off before collage tuition bills start arriving, and Moab has a way of helping you save money merely by not having any stores. The nearest Target is 150 miles away.
And yet…in our hearts and in our gut, it makes sense.
Our kids are young enough that the move won’t be brutal (though Aidan might disagree). With our youngest starting first grade, I’m eager for more opportunities to work. Brian has missed the trees and green of Oregon ever since we left. Lots more opportunities, more colleges, and a real airport nearby, something that’s become more important as our parents grow older. But the real reason for our YES to this opportunities doesn’t stem from any of those reasons but from an overall sense that we’re ready and this is the right offer.
Almost 20 years ago, Brian and I spent weeks camping and driving through Montana and Wyoming in hopes of deciding where we would want to land after we finished our service in Russia. I had a panoramic photo we took on that trip of the Rocky Mountains in the background, a road in the foreground and the Colorado river between the two. We hung it on a wall in our little house in Selikhino, Russia and looked at it daily for those two years. Then it got packed away and forgotten while our work took us Oregon and then Utah.
Until now. I keep thinking about that photo and the forgotten wishes your heart makes that come back and surprise you.
Image by the uber-talented Jake & Jamie Bartlett of A Pair of Pears, based on a quote from “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty.”
Last month was the first time I have missed an entire month of blogging since restarting the site in 2011. I have multiple posts sitting in my draft folder, and I hope they don’t sit there until we are unpacked and settled in our new home---because I have no idea how long that might take! I’m so grateful to everyone who stops by our little corner of the web and I hope you’ll continue to accompany us on this next adventure.
Here’s to the unknown!