The Florida Saga: Where We’re At in our Move

*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%

It’s been a month of a whole lot and a whole lot of nothing.

Erik and I both got no’s from our interviews last month.  However, they were exceptionally positive no’s as both of the managers liked us and wanted to hire but there were key things preventing it from happening.  Both of us were asked if they could keep our resume, and keep in touch in hopes they could find the right fit.

So while nothing happened with those, they had positive feedback and left some hope that they could eventually work out.

I have had another interview in the interim.  It went pretty well, but I have not yet heard back.

I’m not worried, though. Every time I think about the move and us getting to Florida I keep hearing “June. June. June.”  Every single time.

So, I’m thinking June may be our month.

In the mean time we are starting the long road of packing up 16 years of our lives.  I started on my office last week in some time off from work. Packed up all but a few books, with one last large stack to go to half price. I threw away three bags of trash in the process of cleaning out my office.  It’s not done yet, but it’s close in there.

The girls took a cue from me, apparently, and cleaned/packed much of their room. I heard a rumor that several bags of trash went out during the process there as well.

No, we don’t have jobs yet. That means we certainly don’t have a house yet…but once things happen, they’ll happen fast and the more we prepare ahead, the less we’ll be pressured at that time. Well, that’s the theory at least. 😉

It’s weird living in a house of boxes…but it’s also nice to be just chucking so much excess we’d built up over the years.

So no major news yet…but it’s coming. In the mean time we are keeping the faith, keeping our hopes up, and keeping busy.

 

The Florida Saga: Where We’re At in our Move

*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.

The Wand Chooses The Wizard: Universal Studios, Disney, Make A Wish

So many times people think Molly and Kennedy are ACTUAL twins instead of Irish twins.

Oftentimes they (and I) have found it rather annoying…

Then…then…then…

You go on a trip to Disney/Universal for the youngest’s Wish.

Because Kennedy is SO in love with the Harry Potter books/movies/everything your very first stop on your very first day is none other than Ollivander’s so you can beat the crowds you’d heard were so crazy and have a chance at your little one getting the most awesome treat of being picked by Ollivander to get her very own wand.

It truly was our first day so we had no idea the true meaning of the magic of our Make-A-Wish badges and buttons…but within the walls of Ollivander’s Wand shop we learned quickly.

We also learned that it can be a good thing that people think Molly and Kennedy are actual twins…

Because when Ollivander selected those that would get their wands –

He picked Kennedy AND Molly.

(Here is where I would insert the video if it was not such a colossal mess of flipping sideways and darkness and not being able to hear everything. Sorry. The tale alone will have to do.)

First, he learned their names, then the wand selection began.

First, he handed Kennedy a wand made of Willow with a unicorn hair as its core. She waved with a “Wingardium Leviosa” and…well…the shelves went crashing down.

Then, he handed Molly a wand of hazel with a unicorn hair as its core. He instructed her to light it…and much to our surprise, she said in a very strong voice despite the crowd “Lumos!”  Lightning flashed through the building, loud claps of thunder.

Ollivander used a quick spell to disperse the storm, and turned to my girls, tutting that they were indeed very difficult…

Then, the moment of brilliance.

He picked up the wands before each of the girls, making a statement to their twin cores…before crossing his arms so that each girl got the opposite wand to their first attempt, Molly with the willow and Kennedy with the Hazel…and then…

The moment of perfection, light and wind brushed across them as they found their perfect wands…or the wands found them.

Of course, we happily paid for the wands because they were chosen by Ollivander himself and brought them home with us. They had a prominent place until we began packing up to move. Soon enough, they’ll be on display again…and put to good use within the park itself.

It is true magic to see the wands choosing its wizard…and pure joy that both our girls got to experience the magic…together.

 

 

My Spirit Animal is Weirder than Yours

Last month I participated in this wonderful event run by an Ojibwe Medicine Woman called the 21 Day Ceremony Challenge.

The whole thing was amazing, powerful, so intense.  I learned things about myself. I built up my altar with new items and offerings. It was a wonderful way to spent a few minutes every day focusing on myself.

One day, pretty early in the process, she sent us on a little guided meditation to find the spirit animal that would be guiding us on our journey.

Honestly, it took me several tries to get in the right frame of mind to truly get into it. I expected something like the fox or deer I’d recently seen.

Nope.

My spirit guide came plodding along on all fours. Green. Bumpy. Big teeth.

An alligator.

Honestly…I had to really take a few minutes to digest it. I’ve seen all sorts of spirit animals from spiders to horses to hawks and even mice.

But an alligator? What?

Then, I thought more about it – and it makes total sense.

For one, the obvious, we are planning to move to Florida. What’s crazy-prevalent in Florida? Alligators, of course.

Then there’s the fact that my middle one, Molly, has had the nickname of “Gator” since she was a baby.  It’s a cute story about a onesie and an enamored daddy…but we’ll save that for another time.

Once I sat with the knowledge for a while, I took in the lessons he brought me.

His message to me was to work hard at being my authentic self, which I have always struggled with. The rest will fall into place if I continue accepting and becoming my true self. His presence with me tells me to continue my path of sticking to my guns and know that even though I’m gifted with emotional understanding, I don’t have to allow myself to be dragged into the chaos and mire of others drama.

So I’m happy to walk with the alligator, and let him be my guide…

And proudly say that I’d bet anything my spirit animal is weirder than yours. Which is just how I like it.

Redefining Our Future

Several years ago we decided that we wanted to leave the land of the midwest and journey south to Florida.  Our son moved down two years ago, and his move rather cemented the idea in my head – and with a bit of nudging (or years, you know…potato/potahto), the husband was on board as well.

In 2017 we made actual plans to tackle our debt, get things in order to move in five years. 2022 seemed a good year. The girls would be nearly grown, and we could make our way down much more financially settled .

Eyes on the prize, we dug in. Lapses occurred, things bounced forward thanks to my new job, then went back again. You know, life. We did what we could.

Then, 2018 happened.

2018 brought about trigger points for many changes in our lives – and our future.

We found Oola in late 2017 and used it in 2018 to refocus our goals.

A slimy, underhanded, jerk of a man bought land on our quiet street and plans to build as many rentals as he can.

We were told in no uncertain terms to go for it.

Relationships in our life took turns.

Most of all – we got tired of waiting to chase our goal, and decided to make a mad grab for it.

In June we sat down and had a good long talk and decided we didn’t want to stay here any longer.  We decided we were done waiting for our life to happen. We decided to go for broke and make the leap.

With a target date of mid-2019, we’ve set things in motion to move.  In some ways we still don’t know how. Finding a job in another state, in a low level position is NOT easy. I’ve been at it six months, so I know.  I took the holidays off, but come next week I’ll be back at it hard, with two letters of reference in hand to help boost my resume. I’m going in full bore. The husband is going in full bore.

This is going to happen one way or the other.

2019 is the year of redefining so many things in my life…but the biggest is how we’re going to redefine our future by no longer staying where we’re comfortable. We’re breaking out of our comfort zone.  It’s terrifyingly exciting.

Hello 2019 – Hello to Redefining…Everything

Happy new year!  Welcome to 2019, the year of possibility, of joy, of redefining so much.

2019 I went full on with another unusual word – yet not so much when you look at this blog.

REDEFINING.

2019 I’m going to redefine so much.  Our lives, our family, our future.

I’ve struggled with many things in the past couple of years.

The meaning of friendship.

The meaning of peace.

Depression.

Balance.

Too much, vs. too little.

Oola.

My faith.

Being true to myself in every area.

Avoiding the world.

Trying to dive into the world.

My job changing.

My writing (or lack thereof).

My weight.

Myself.

As 2018 began to wind down much faster than it began, I’ve been digging in, holing up, searching myself and my heart.

I’ve found that I can look at all the inspirational memes I want in the world. I can echo mildly in my head their words and sentiments. I can cheer on others as they take steps or find new meaning.

But what good does any of that do if I don’t GO ALL IN.

This year I’m redefining myself. I’m going all in. I’m baring my soul, my true heart. I’m probably going to lose friends, but I’m probably going to gain friends, too. I’m going to be open, honest, wholehearted, unflinchingly myself – even when it’s uncomfortable to do so.

The only way to make true change is to make yourself uncomfortable.  To step outside of the comfort zone.

To document this – I hope to keep this blog going, to keep myself in check, to see the changes as they come.

So, come on 2019 – let’s do this. I’m ready to be redefined.