There's a good chance that before the summer is over Bob and I will have moved again, taking the children with us of course.
This will mark the seventh time we have moved since 2002 when we first moved from one place in Vacaville to another place in Vacaville.
SEVEN moves in eight years, and two in less than a year?!? Yikes.
I think my record for most moves in a year is three which I believe I actually achieved in less than six months, and I was pregnant at the time. How we made it through that, I'll never know.
As this power plant job he's on starts to draw to a close (which should be in the next few weeks) he's already got another job lined up starting mid-May. But that job is ALSO not in Southern California, but rather based out of Vacaville. Seems like there's some unnatural force that really wants us to go back to NorCal.
Incidentally, I am totally fine with that. I love Northern California. You get all the great weather of SoCal (and a smidge more rain) and just a fraction of the plasticity. I can't imagine Heidi and Spencer packing it up and leaving L.A. for Sacramento. At least not until he runs for Governor. You laugh, it'll happen.
The list of pros is long indeed. I can get a job that will suit me and pay real money. Bob can be close to his family and beloved campgrounds and fishing holes. I can see my college friends more than once a year!
So, everyone keep your fingers crossed that we're able to work this out and hopefully by my next birthday I'll be writing this blog from a tiny apartment somewhere in NorCal. Or better yet, from my new fantastic job! On my break, of course.