I think I’m at 59 — I skipped yesterday, but if you feel shortchanged, go back and read day 61 again. Every day this week feels the same.
I am in a funk. Kind of. I’m at peace about the future. I’m still positive Josh will get the job, but my mind is restless. I want to hurry up and know. Though as I think about it, that shouldn’t matter because either way I get up, go to the gym, go to work, and prepare to go home to California in 6 weeks. Either way, I still have to pack up the house, I still have to go through our things and declutter, still have to close out our life here . . . but will it all be done with a forward thinking view: “We’re coming back!” or will it be the last hurrah, farewell to the Middle East?
I think we’ll know tomorrow morning (Friday) when we wake up. It’s when we got the word that he had made it to the final round of interviews 2 weeks ago, and last Friday morning he had the interview . . . maybe this Friday he’ll have the job.