A month from now I’m hoping to be sitting in my Mom’s backyard in Santa Cruz, watching the chickens scratch and peck while I read a book and feast on nectarines and raspberries. Calvin will be at camp (working), Josh will still be in Abu Dhabi, and my parents will be out of town, but that sunny, green yard is my paradise.
We don’t have a contract or numbers yet, but after my revelation that I can’t do anything to get settled until August anyway, I’m in no rush. I’m assuming that the money hemorrhage that is about to begin (it happens every time we move) will be stanched come October and until then, I’ll have to hang on and just get through it.
Josh got through the hiring process, but then has had to go back and fill in some blanks with HR that were skipped over, like filling out an application, submitting references, and other basic paperwork that usually comes before a company decides that it wants you. I’m not sure if they are actually doing anything with that information or just creating a personnel file, but we’re happy that things are happening. The biggest news is that he has actually has a start date: the 3rd week of July (with the proviso that nothing goes sideways during the hiring/negotiation process).
That means that he’ll have a week with me in paradise before he heads off to his new job. Mid-July: Santa Cruz, late-July: Texas, mid-August: Abu Dhabi.