Toast to In-Between Times. August 28, 2008

I find myself neither here nor there these days. After a series of post-wedding events, we’ve officially decided to move back to Nashville. It’s a decision we made for us, not for my career. And I have resigned as associate editor of Outreach magazine, although I will continue to work until late September and freelance indefinitely. Neither Erik or I have jobs lined up in Nashville, and despite the voice in my brain that keeps screaming, “Insurance! Savings! Fool!” I am enjoying knowing that when this 8-5 is over, I might have a few weeks to catch my breath, to remember what the sun in the middle of the day feels like and to indulge in a nap or two and remember that even though I’ve been out of high school for 10 years, I’m not old. I plan on looking for a part-time job as soon as we arrive because our savings will be blown on the moving expenses. But right now, it is so sweet to know that a new chapter is ahead. I’m glad I didn’t commit to another job before ordering the other pieces of our lives and letting happiness play out. It’s indeed comforting to know that I won’t be doing the move by myself this time. I never want to sit alone in an empty apartment again, sleeping on an air mattress and not having a single person to call in a 100-mile radius. Also, it helps to know the layout of the city, where we want to live in Nashville, and how to get around. I won’t have to go through my unavoidable year of being lost in a new place. I am very happy to see old friends. I am looking forward to seasons. I want my husband to be happy again.

So, in between the joyous challenges of tomorrow and the long, hard lessons of the past three years, I am toasting right where I am. I am in no rush to leave, no rush to get where I’m going. I don’t even want to kill the suspense because I kind of like it.