My friend Zak is back to blogging after a 9 month break. She’s had a challenging year that she couldn’t write about until it was over, or as over as something that you always think about can possibly be. My favorite comment on that post: “Adulting is hard.”
Truer words never spoken.
Last week was the first week of school. The Mister was out-of-town, a fact I felt was unfortunate but totally doable. Not doable was Wednesday, which was when he called to tell me his company is eliminating his position on the 31st of December.
“I bet it would have been nice for you to hear the news from the comfort of your home, versus a hotel room,” I mused.
He agreed.
Did you know some people respond to extreme stress by falling asleep? I do. The Mister was telling me the news and I swear I tried to show support, but my eyelids started to drop shortly after he said something about the company wanting him to take a promotion to Sacramento or Reno. If you’ve ever had anesthesia, or breast-fed a newborn, you know the feeling. It’s a sleep that blankets you all at once and without warning.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
“I think,” I said as I rubbed my eyes, “that we should sleep on it and talk in the morning.
He’s home now; we’ve talked. The move isn’t a for-sure thing, but it’s a possibility. The Sacramento area is the most logical choice if the goal is to cut the amount of time he’s away from home (we can live anywhere from Redding to Reno). I know nothing about Sacramento other than it’s our state capital and that it gets hotter there than it does here, which is really saying something. I hear it’s an awesome place to live. I hear it’s full of crime, homeless people, and misery. I’ve received conflicting reviews, is what I’m saying.
We’re heading up there this weekend as a mini-vacation/fact-finding mission. At the very least, we’ll get to show the boys the capital and visit the railroad museum. Any suggestions on where to go, or, um, where to live in the Sacramento area?