|Out of the stockpot, into the fire?|
J has done lots and lots of applications, and even got a job offer, but the place that offered him the job stopped responding to phone calls or emails before he had a chance to start. He's currently in limbo at another place where he got to the final round of interviews (as in, he was one of three candidates), but the hiring committee has pushed off notifying for two weeks running now. Both of these would have meant major interstate moves for us, as would all the other applications he's put out without hearing back about. Right now we're contemplating a move back to Snowy State, where our parents live and J has a network for finding freelance work because we went to school there.
The other big issue has been a threatening-to-become-major medical issue for me, some joint pain which has started to impair my mobility and ability to do things like type, knit, and sew for long periods. I thankfully have insurance coverage for it, despite J's work situation, because I'm still insured through my family due to my student status, so that at least has not contributed to the anxiety. The good of it has been that my doctor hasn't found indications of rheumatoid arthritis or anything else which would cause long term damage, but not having a diagnosis means also not having a treatment plan.
So while nothing actively bad has happened to us, the lack of forward motion, the looming certainty of our January get-out-of-town deadline, the uncertainty of where we would go, and the possibility of losing my ability to do both my job and my favorite hobbies for an undiagnosable medical reason has made for a lot of anxiety and fear here at chez Construct. That the joint pain may be itself a symptom of anxiety over the whole situation hasn't helped.
I'll be trying to get back into the swing of blogging again. AB's posts over at Secret Confessions of a Trailing Spouse have always been encouraging, so I know this too shall pass.