I’ve flippin’ been waiting to say that, ByeOwa!
So, here’s a story all about how our life got changed, turned upside down. Not really, but kinda. Dylan and I haven’t been content lately. Go ahead, read those previous blog posts, and check out those Instagram captions- all of a sudden things are getting very clear. Actually, It’s Monday October 9th, and I’m pretty sure we’re moving to Indy. (Now, it’s October 17th, and it’s totally for sure).
Des Moines was home for a while, but it stopped feeling like home and our hearts were no longer here. In August, two job opportunities came up, and we were pretty sure that neither were going to work out. That didn’t stop the stirring in our hearts to make a life change, and it was pretty much clear to everyone that we were ready to take that next step. Little did we know, both of those opportunities were about to hit us like a ton of bricks and they started to look like realty.
Unfortunately, the two opportunities were for each of us, and it became the most anxiety and stress filled two months of our marriage thus far (calm down Jen, you’re like ten months into this game). I mean, it’s not easy to both be going for jobs, on two separate sides of the country, ultimately knowing that you’re no longer going to work in the same building, and one of you is done in radio, but we signed up for this. Once I realized that Dylan’s dreams were going to become reality, I handled it pretty well. I had between six and twelve breakdowns to Chelsie about it, cried in Nick’s office at least four times, told my mom I’d never move to Indianapolis, told Dylan he was taking away my dreams, and told Ellie we were going to run away. Handled it like a pro.
The Indy move was becoming reality, but that didn’t stop me from acting like our trip last week was the worst day of my existence.
It was not pretty.
I interviewed for a couple jobs, with our other “potential” move in the back of my head, leading me to hate the city that could be called home. Which is now our new home, so I should have calmed down last week. The interviews went terribly, and never in my life have I interviewed for a job that I didn’t get an offer for. Yet, here we are, moving across the country, after I got two no’s that I was totally fine with, and the third no- being the biggest blow to my ego thus far. I thought I was getting a promotional gig on the west side of the country. Actually, it was offered and rescinded all within a week, because they couldn’t make a salary work, and my heart made it’s way permanently into my asshole. So, then I had no choice but to put on my big girl pants and get ready for Indianapolis to be synonymous with “home”.
The job offer came, and we decided to chase it.
So, Indianapolis… Year one of marriage has provided us with the mentality that we don’t have roots. Or at least, we don’t want them right now. We’re like leaves in the wind, or some metaphorical bullshit, and apparently packing up our apartment twice, living in three cities, and two states all in 2017 seems like a fun time. Christ, what is wrong with us? I have been feeling a mix of the two Ellie’s above about packing all of our life up, again. As of right now, Dylan is the only one employed. We have an apartment, we have a move-in date, we live in the safest place in the world, and we are ready-ish. My biggest struggle is to stay or go, because Des Moines is a guaranteed paycheck- and Indianapolis is my family. I have many interviews lined up, but I’m just scared to take the jump.
Maybe the next time our family decides to debut some news, my husband will let me get some blog love instead of outing it first on his social media. Rude. Also, maybe the next time, it’ll also be baby news- but as of right now, I am thankful I’m moving across the country without a mini Dylan in tow. Also, to my husband, I want this to be VERY clear. I’m not moving again in 2017. Shit. Is. Expensive.