*disclaimer* I am writing this over a week before publication. All information is subject to change. I’ll try to update if that happens, but I’m working a LOT, so it’s not 100%

We decided on this move in June of last year.

For over six months I have been applying at hospitals all over the area we’re looking at moving to (central Florida – i.e. Orlando area where our son lives).

I have managed to garner an interview and a half in probably 50-100 applications over the past six+ months. It’s been rough with all of the no’s stacking up, knowing a good deal of them likely come because I am here in Indiana.

It’s not easy being entry level and trying to move. They keep touting they want “a quick turnaround” and none of my assurances that I can be down in two weeks, three tops seems to make a difference in their eyes. Although what company doesn’t want you to be conscientious and put in a two week notice?

Frustration is lacing into every second of this for me. It’s tarnishing the excitement and making me doubt it happening.

Then, after six+ months of doing nothing on his job hunt…

My husband finally jumps into the fray. He works in a pretty specific industry with 20 years experience there, but again…pretty darn specific.

He has sent out THREE resumes. Three. About two weeks ago.

In less than a week, he got a call on a potential job.

Four days later, a phone interview.

The job? Not ideal…but if they match his current income…we are GONE.

So fingers crossed.

We could make this a reality.

Our target date: July 2019

Current status: One positive interview for husband, still plugging away for me. Savings is on target. Would feel more confident if I knew tax refunds were coming.

We’re heading toward our dream #Oolalife…we are getting there. Every day another inch closer.

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Edited for update:  I have also had a promising pre-interview this past week. No set date for a real interview yet, but hoping to have one soon.