I've got that old sneaking suspicion that things are about to change… I've been offered an admirable position on a cardiac unit in Greensboro, North Carolina. The pay is better than average. It's day shift. Three 12-hour shifts a week. Benefits are awesome. There's only one problem.
I live in Pennsylvania…
Like I said, change is coming. Big time. I'd have to relocate, of course. Not just down the street or to the town next door, but three states away. The kids would have to change schools. I'd have to get used to different scenery, different sounds, a different weather girl on the local news in the morning. Yes, I think of minor details like that. Weird, I realize.
What is it about change that freaks us out? I've thought about it since this new "opportunity" arose. I think that it's the uncertainty. The mystery. And of course, not knowing exactly what life will be like in a year's time, in a new place.
And that's where faith steps in, I suppose.
Let's face it — I'm not going to be offered an opportunity here like the one in North Carolina. First of all, I need a day shift position. I simply cannot leave my kids by themselves at night. And I won't leave them with relatives 3 or 4 nights a week; that's just not fair to them (or the relatives!). I can't begin to recollect all the times in the past 5 or so years that I've said that I'll go south again one day. I am a southerner by birth and blood, by destiny and dialect.
I'm sure change will come. I'm sure it won't all be rosy twilight and smiles. It'll be different. The kids will be homesick for a little while. Maybe I will be, too. The kids are actually excited about the prospect of moving to a better climate, however. They even anticipate a great new school where they can be the cool new kid.
And so, I've made up my mind. It is finally time to go. I've accepted the offer in North Carolina. The next few weeks will be a bit crazy, I'm sure.
Wish us luck.