Isn't there a Chinese or Arabic curse, along the lines of living in interesting times? I TOTALLY get that. I think I'm FINALLY sorta, somewhat close to a gloriously boring rut. Oh, how I crave thee, boring rut!
Moving back to Ohio did not work out as anticipated. I moved into a lovely house 50 miles from my parents, which realistically is as close as I will ever live, and in a bit over a year, they visited 3 times. If I wanted to see them, or if I wanted them to see their only grandchild, I had to rearrange my schedule and drive to them. Most of the friends I had in college left the state, the ones remaining weren't the friends I thought they were, except for the 2 who liked me but couldn't stand kids.
Then, on February 26, 2015, I walked into the first "weekly" meeting with my boss in months to find HR in there too. The company was not growing as expected and they eliminated my position, effective immediately. By the time the HR lady had gone through my severance letter, my boss had gathered everyone sitting around me and sent them off somewhere, found a couple of boxes, and was waiting at my desk. He's a sales guy, my role made zero sense in his group, and I was basically counting down until I didn't owe back relocation anymore. Still, that was a shock.
They gave me 5 weeks severance, 3 months worth of cash for COBRA, forgave the relocation debt, and paid for 3 months of a career placement service, so all things considered, they were pretty cool about it. I was also eligible for unemployment.
I applied and interviewed for a bunch of jobs in Cleveland, but the offers I got were for contract work. Meanwhile, my dream job back in Chicago had expressed interest in January, and I'd told them that I wasn't looking, but I saved the email. The first thing I did after leaving my now-former company was finding that email and sending a note to the recruiter. I had a couple phone interviews with them in March, they flew me to Chicago for the day for an interview on March 26, and told me in April that I was the "top candidate." They had some internal hoops to jump through, and well, I sub-let a friend's apartment, moved cat and kid BACK to IL, and started my newest job on June 15, 2015.
(Due to Peanut's unwillingness to use a litter box, she has gone to live with my aunt. Sophia would very much like for me to send Squeak (the toddler) to live with my aunt as well...)
My friend's apartment is in Evanston, which is about 40 miles from the job. This sounds nuts, except that our original daycare is in Niles, about 8 miles from the apartment. So, as a stop gap until I vetted a local daycare, it worked quite well. I found a house in Naperville, and got the keys on 6/15/15.
|The newest "new" house.|
|Squeak, in September|
So, that's what's new here.