Arrived here in Charlotte on Mother's Day. Truck with all our belongings had arrived the day before and the house was piled high with boxes. New Home, take 3.
Every day Olivia has said "I want to go home." Each time we tell her "You are home. Mommy and Daddy and Sadie are here. This is home." This does not mesh with a 2 year-old's logic. Then where is the playground? Where are her friends? No, can't be home.
Aaron is still getting the lay of the land in his workplace. He finally got his ID badge so he can go to the loo unescorted and his log-on IDs so he can have access to all the databases he needs.
I got a call from a recruiter yesterday for the first time in probably a year or more. It was for a job that I wasn't any kind of fit for, but I thought it was a good portend.
It was a good thing it was not a good fit because I was so out of practice talking about my professional experience that it was clear I need to do some warm-ups. And figure out what I want/can do in this weird economy. Is there a job for me out there? Hellloooo?!
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