We don’t know where we will be next year, and although I’m used to the perpetual on-the-move feeling, I can’t help but wish sometimes that I knew so that I could plan accordingly (and so that I didn’t have to worry that we’re going to be living out of a box next year). As Abraham grows out of his baby clothes and toys for example, I don’t know if I should keep things (in case we’ll be here for a few more years and in case we have another baby here) or be very selective and only keep exceptionally special things. I also don’t know where we will be this summer, and although it’s usually right around this time of the years that we start making plans, I can’t book anything. I realize these are not particularly burdensome problems. Nonetheless, I worry, especially since the job market this year is very bad, and we haven’t had any luck applying. I still hope though, and occasionally when I send off another application for a job in a place that looks especially nice, I’ll wander over to dreamuniversitytownrealestate.com, find a great house, and dream away. Once I even looked through craigslist and found us a car. Imagine that. One day we could have a car and live in a house in a town in America.
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Feeling unsettled can be challenging at any time, but when you have young children, it's even more disconcerting. Hang in there, and know that things will work out for you. I know these aren't necessarily very encouraging words, but I truly believe things happen for a reason, and either you're meant to be there another year, or something will come up.
I know how you feel. :)
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