For anyone who doesn’t already know, in 14 days we are leaving Texas and rebuilding our family’s little life over again. We are moving to Denver. This is a dream come true for us. New jobs, new neighborhood, and we will have to scrounge up some new friends to hang out with. New weather, a new outdoor life that we never had in Texas. New school for the kids when we can afford it, since daycare is nearly 100% more expensive there than it is here.
Rory is convinced that we are going to “be astronauts and ride on the airplane” and then “go live in the snow” in an igloo. I have not told him otherwise. He is super excited about seeing his Daddy again since it has been a long month without him. Rory is pasty white since he has not been able to play outdoors for two months; the cedar in the air here is crippling. His health is suffering from not being in the sunshine.
On January 6th, Andy took Rory to urgent care for the 4th time since November. He had caught my cold, had double ear infections, pink eye, and was covered in eczema. Andy put him to bed at 9pm and left the house 9 hours later. He drove straight through to Denver and met with every single friend-of-a-friend we have there, making new contacts and putting out feelers for jobs. The response from our friends offering to help us find work has been overwhelming. We have really gotten to see the good in people this past month, and bask in their love for us. He took every piece of clothing he owned, packed up in the Fiat, with the intention of not ever driving back.
Crazily enough, a job he applied for online before he left sent him a note after he arrived asking to interview him on the phone. An in-person interview with HR followed a few days later, and he aced their assessment tests and a Wonderlic (he knew it was coming and had days to prepare). They didn’t know that he didn’t really live in Denver because his resume had a Denver address on it that belonged to a friend of a friend. An interview with the General Counsel was next, then finally one with the Vice President. On Tuesday of last week he got the call that the job was his. He starts tomorrow. He gets to change careers midstream which is almost unheard of for attorneys. This opportunity is changing the direction of his life.
We’re renting a house in a newer neighborhood 17 miles from his office. Andy spent the past year driving 1 hour and 15 minutes each way for work to support his family. He deserves this short commute– he can even ride his bike there.
He had to beat out several internal candidates as well as external attorneys vying for the position. Pride does not even begin to describe what I feel for my husband. It’s one thing to love your children and say you would do anything for them; it’s another to uproot your entire world and move it 1,000 miles north for a better quality of life for your little one. I could not have chosen a better man than I did.