My husband and I don't always find much time to talk, but when we do, I seem to always learn something new about him. You'd think after dating/being married for eleven years now that I'd know just about all there is to know about this wonderful man. Ha! Of course, I guess we've both been growing a lot over the last few years and therefore have new things to learn about each other . . .
Anyway, we were talking yesterday about how we're waiting to hear back from a school Jeremy has contacted. We've both agreed that while this school is okay, it doesn't pay enough for us to be able to do what we want to do (fertility treatments and/or adoption). So, he's been keeping his ears to the ground for something better. One of the schools he's worked at before has a history position coming open, we heard, so he's emailed the proper person and now we wait. Waiting seems to be the whole of our lives.
He mentioned that he's trying to convince himself that if he doesn't get that job, he'll be okay. Even if we stay here at this school another year, we'll be okay. He pointed out that he had sort of put all his hopes and dreams on getting a teaching job ANYWHERE last year that this year was doomed to be a let-down in many ways because his expectations were so high to begin with. I think that's what I'm feeling, too. And while this has been a good year in many ways (I now know several jobs I don't want to have and he will be certified to teach and have finished his masters), we were also disappointed with how things just didn't seem to work out quite like we had thought they would.
So, we're trying to convince ourselves that it's not the end of the world to stay here another year. And we're waiting to hear back from a school . . . again.
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