I haven’t been very faithful to write here this month. I haven’t exactly known how to tell what’s been going on and so I don’t write anything, then I’m not sure where to begin.
We’ve known for a few years that Kevin’s job would be coming to an end. His company decided to move all the operations that took place in this city to another city, and we chose not to accept the invitation to move our life to that city. So we knew this time would come.
I’m so proud of my husband, during the last two years he has met with many who were either losing their jobs, choosing to retire or choosing to move their families 180 miles away. He focused on them and never worried about what he would do; he simply felt called to stay put until the transition was made for the employees. Well, now that process is about done and so it became time to focus on us and our next steps.
Kevin was pursued by another company for a great portion of these last few years but he let them know he needed to finish well here. He took their calls, had some dinners, went to some meetings, but kept his focus on the job at hand, which was to close down operations here. We prayed and felt peace all the way through this process.
Then his end date was set for his job, and as his job came to a close this other company came in with just the right offer at just the right time. Though this company is not 180 miles away, it is 90 miles away and so a move is inevitable.
With a daughter in college, a son starting college (who will be living at home – at least his first year) and a daughter about to begin her junior year in high school, we decided that the kids and I would stay here in this house so Erin could finish her last two years of high school without moving. When Erin leaves for college, I will leave to join Kevin.
During these two years Kevin will live 90 miles away during the week, we will live here and we will figure out how to bridge the distance during this period. (Hello Facetime, mid-week rendezvouses and learning how to unclog a drain for myself!) In some ways, this plan has made the idea of the transition a little easier for me…I’ve been able to just be excited for my husband and this incredible career opportunity – without crying about having to leave the community we love so much. (Seriously, this makes my heart sink a little as I write that, but I don’t linger there, we have two years to live in the embrace of our friendships and church.)
In the meantime, Kevin has been on what we have been calling a sabbatical (Sabbatical or a sabbatical (from Latin sabbaticus, from Greek sabbatikos, from Hebrew shabbat, i.e., Sabbath, literally a “ceasing”) is a rest from work, or a break). He has been home every day for 17 days so far! These wonderful days all feel like weekend days, neither of us can ever seem to ever remember what day it really is.“Why is Jay Leno on in the Saturday Night Live time slot?” I wonder each night!
I am loving these days. These days are our break, our rest, our time to connect, to strengthen our marriage, our communication and our family. But they are slipping away.
In 12 days Kevin will begin his new career – 90 miles away. So we are buying a house – 90 miles away. He will live there during the week, but he will come home on weekends and sometimes we will go there on weekends. Sometimes he will come home mid-week, and sometimes Erin and I will run up there mid-week. We will have to figure out our new ordinary.
There you have it, the beginning of our next chapter. I don’t know how the story will go, but I know it will be a good one. Stay tuned….
I mentioned 3 of our 4 children in this post, our 4th is still in the program that he entered last fall. We are going to be visiting him in just a few days. (!!) I wrote Leaving to Hold On over here.
(If you’ve managed a transition like this, please feel invited to comment and let us know what worked, what didn’t, what challenged you and how you grew!)