After we moved to Carson in May, I had been preparing myself to be unemployed for a while after finishing my M.A. this December. I kind of reveled in the idea of it - I could drop Mr. TPG off at work, head up to Heavenly for a few hours, and still have time to learn to cook delicious meals and bake delectable desserts. But there is a practical realist (and a person who just loves to work) inside of me that I couldn't escape, so I continued to look for jobs that interested me in the area.
And I found one. After a lengthy application, getting selected for an interview, and a strenuous interview process (four hours, including an interview, written exercise, and presentation), I was not feeling good about the prospects. I kicked myself for two days, wishing my brain had worked faster through the cases I was given to analyze. I drove Mr. TPG crazy, lamenting about the things I wished I had said in my presentation.
Mr. TPG's response was "if it's meant to be, it will happen, and if it's not, then you will get to snowboard." But I still felt uneasy about it, which was worse now because I thought the job was interesting and really liked the people I met at my interview. I continued to wrestle inside to get to a place of being content in all that I have, because I am already extraordinarily blessed.
Then yesterday, I got the call. And just like that -- the next chapter of life is waiting for me in Carson. Sometimes it just takes a little faith in knowing that whatever the future holds, life will continue to bring about amazing things, whether it be a job, a period of rest, or life in a new city.
Carson is starting to feel more and more like home.
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