When life throws curveballs at you, do not try to dodge them.
They are meant to hit you, to mold you and to shape you to become the person you are meant to be.
Enjoy the impact, smile and move on.
Well, let me tell you, I just got smacked with an unforeseen curveball. Life as I know it is going to change.
My company made the huge announcement last week that it will be relocating its corporate offices to Texas, and my position is moving with it. I am welcome to head east and embark on a new adventure, and truth be told, the package to go is quite attractive.
Given I presently live in Southern California, the cost of living would be less. My hellish commute would likely diminish. And in just a week, I’ve heard great things about the Texas schools, people and quality of life.
On the flip side, there is the heat, humidity and mosquitoes. No more ocean breezes. No more quick drives to the mountains or beaches. No more temperate climate 365 days a year.
Making the move would mean leaving behind close family – my parents and my husband’s parents live close to us today. It would also mean leaving fabulous friends, a wonderful neighborhood and uprooting my very well-adjusted kids to start over. My oldest child would be smack in the middle of junior high, and I know his friends are everything to him. My husband would need to find a new job. We’d have to sell our house, find a new one, establish new connections and beyond.
People say to make a list – write up the pros and cons. The company says take a visit to the Lone Star State – check it out.
My gut says, holy hell! What are we going to do???
We can of course stay in California, but that decision will bring change as well. I’ll need to look for a new job, new company, new twist on the career path that meshes will my values and core. And as the breadwinner of the family, there is pressure to find a position that supports my family. It’s a tall order to find a position that brings you joy, has a degree of stability, pays the bills – oh and some flexibility would be wonderful as well. 🙂
The positive, I think, is that we have time to decide. My position won’t leave for about three years, and a lot can happen in that time. Still, such a long ramp feels like a band-aid being ripped off at a painfully slow speed. I feel like we are going to be in a state of limbo for a VERY LONG TIME.
I know people move all the time for work and they survive, even thrive. But when you have kids and a spouse, a relocation feels much more complicated. This decision is not just about me, it’s about my husband, my kids, the family we would leave behind.
So I’m feeling a bit jolted these days – like I did get hit by a curveball right between the eyes. Only time will tell where we’ll land as a family, but I am thankful we have options. And I’m hopeful this disruption for me and the family will ultimately translate into great opportunities and joy.
Have you had experience with relocation? How did you decide? What were the positives and negatives you experienced with the change?