Friday, October 19, 2007

Waiting.

Waiting.


I hate it.

We are interviewing for new jobs next year. A job for Dr. Science that will take us far, far away from the life we know. Not as far as Nome, or the South Pacific, but far enough.


cows. 'nuff said.

The main drag.

farm stand. leave your money in the tin can.


the river that runs through it.

This, is Houlton.

Only two states away. Right on the border. So close to New Brunswick, in fact, that if one cares to look at the satellite image on google maps, one sees that half the town is a blur, but the side closest to the border, you can zoom down until you can look in the windows of the buildings. You could see people, if there had been anyone out on the street in the middle of the day. Border patrol has to keep vigilant with these guys. Guess that's whats up with the super focused satellites. So they can keep up with all those damn Canadians trying to sneak into our country over the Houlton border to...what?


Really, there is almost no one on the streets during the day. I noticed this, walking around the main drag with the Impling. She had her meltdown in the middle of the sidewalk and there was no one to cast mean looks in my direction. She freaked in peace. Where WAS everyone? Guess they are all at work, on the fields, in the hospital, or at home, drinking a cold frosty one over the classified. Or just drinking a cold frosty one.


Hell. Now I want a cold frosty one. May as well. It's not like I have a JOB or anything, right? Right. I want my $300,000 in SAHM back pay RIGHT now. 2 years. And 8 months.


Things are going to change. We will have a house. The Impling will have a new bed, as she has already outgrown her little toddler IKEA confection of a bed. I will have my own car. (Yes...I am actually getting my license). Shudder. New...everything.


IF we get a good offer. This is what we are waiting for. This is what has been absorbing my attention, distracting me from writing, and reading, and being, well, present. Wondering...where the HELL will we end up? Will...



Damn. I was all ready to go off on a major rant about the suckitudiness of waiting for shit, and we get


THE CALL.


THE OFFER.


Dudes. We are going to be TRIPLING our income. With benefits. And relocation help. And something else I can't remember because I am JUST SO GOBSMACKED.


I get wet just thinking about it.


I just taught the Impling how to scream into pillows. She thinks it's hysterical.


So...we know. Next year, this old MA resident will be posting from Houlton ME. The border lands. I have something solid to work towards now. A house. Preschool for the impling. A community. A neighborhood.


I could cry.


If I wasn't slightly drunk on cheap wine, I probably would be. The yoke is beginning to break away. By next June or July, it will be gone. A new life. A new home.


Possibly, a new yoke.


I welcome it.

13 comments:

nell said...

Congratulations! It sounds exciting, even if it is a move to the distant Maine borderlands, it'll be an adventure - the kind that includes financial security - I'm jealous.

pinks & Blues Girls said...

How very exciting! Congrats to all three of you! Definitely, as nell said, an adventure. Now go drink some more wine and celebrate!!

Jane, Pinks & Blues

Miguelina. said...

WEEEE!

Congratulations!

margalit said...

You'll be able to vacation in Shediac, my favorite Canadian place on the east coast. Gorgeous beaches, WARM water, french, lobster. Can't go wrong.

Congrats. Houlton is a small town, but you're not that far away from cities in Canada. Just beware of the border police. They don't take kindly to mothers and children crossing the border without a dad in the car!

Rock the Cradle said...

You're right...it is the next big adventure...and the end of 8 years of school. Parts of which I will NOT miss...

Shediac, eh? I'll have to check it out...and make sure Dr. Science is with us when we go...maybe we can warm up that border patrol with some lobster!

Pinks & Blues Girls said...

Oh, I am so very happy and excited for all of you!

I cannot recall the exact words of Alexander Pope to express my happiness for you, but with a bit of edit, the sentiment goes something like this:

"Happy the mama whose wish and care
A few acres abound...
Content to breathe her native air,
On her own ground."

Wonderful, wonderful news!

Sharon - Pinks & Blues Girls

Major Bedhead said...

How fantastic! Congratulations.

Kate said...

Crazy exciting stuff! Congratulations, and may it all go just as smoothly as smooth can be. (That is, nothing like any move I've ever had!)

Gift of Green said...

YEOW! Scary but exciting...Oh, the possiblities!!!

Tricia said...

Congratulations! A very SIMILAR situation just happened to us too......so many things to be excited about...and many to raise red flags about. But a house! A car! A life! YEAH!

Mom on Coffee said...

Oh Dear God...Houlton???? Doesn't the world end there? OK, well, 95 does anyway.

I grew up in Limestone and living in "The County" is like living in another world.

Good Luck to you all!

Rock the Cradle said...

It'll be SO nice to have my own ground...and house...and SPACE...as nerve wracking as it is right now.

MOC: hah! The world ends and French begins. You just fall off the edge of 95 and try not to crash into a moose.

Limestone...New Brunswick then! Did you grow up on that french fries on steroids dish...the one with cheese and gravy? Poutine, is it? Or heart attack on a plate? ;)

Mom on Coffee said...

I actually grew up in Limestone, ME. Its about an hour up 1A from Houlton. Poutine is actually so yummy. Definately artery clogging, but worth it once in a while.