In April of 2009, my husband trudged in the door, on a weekday afternoon. He was home much too soon, and walked in while the homeschooling lessons were in full swing. We quickly found out why he was home too soon, he had just been layed off from his job. Sigh, big sigh, and I tried to stifle my worries, cramming them down deep into my being. Fortunately, we didn’t have much debt, just a house payment. We were able to get by on my returning to teaching, albeit as a substitute, for our local school district, and I also babysat a neighbor’s child. My husband was able to find part-time work with 5 different jobs, and job hunting in between those. The St. Louis, Missouri area was just not hiring, not for chemical engineers which is my husband’s field, and as much as we hated to do so, my husband began job searching outside of the area. After 16 months of being underemployed, making do with what we were earning from substitute teaching, babysitting, and 5 part-time jobs, my husband was offered a chemical engineering job in Rolla, Missouri. Almost 2 hours, southwest of St. Louis.
I was so grateful that my husband was once again gainfully employed!! To celebrate, we took our children out to dinner, something we had not done much of for 16 months, to Emperer’s Palace, an Asian restaurant that all of us really enjoyed eating at for special occasions. My husband began his new job in September of 2010, and for the rest of that school year, the kids and I stayed in our home in Florissant, Missouri, and my husband stayed in Rolla, only coming to see us on the weekends. As January of 2011 approached, my husband evaluated his work with the new company. He really enjoyed the new job, the new company, and was glad that he had accepted the offer to work there. It was now time to be a family again, albeit all in the same place. In June, we made the move to Rolla, Missouri, saying good-bye to many friends. We had lived in Florissant for almost 20 years, so this was going to be a big change for all of us. Our oldest, in the USMC, serving in Japan, was missing all of this excitement and stress, but we kept him abreast of all the changes as fast as we could.
Change can be unsettling. Change can be exciting. Change can be sought after, or it can be placed upon one unexpectedly. I found the forced change for our family as bittersweet. Sweet that husband was gainfully employed once again, that the emergency fund at the bank could be built back up, that I could stop substitute teaching!! Bitter that we would have to start all over, meeting new people, getting used to a new community, after being in our current surroundings for almost 20 years. Saying good-bye to our church, First Christian, would be very hard, as many of our friends were through our church, serving together there, worshiping together there, sharing baby news, going to weddings, funerals;many of the good friends there were like family for us, since our parents, siblings, childrens’ cousins were all in the east, in Ohio and North Carolina. We were also going to have to face the bitter fact of preparing our beloved house for the market, to sell it, and this we knew, was going to be an onerous task. Not so much due to the house’s condition, but due to the housing market. I will continue our adventures in house selling in another blog, very soon!