So, after freaking the FUCK out the other day and over-analyzing why exactly I wanted to move back to the East Coast (1. My mom 2. The beautiful, powerful ocean 3. It’s not Ontario), and kicking myself repeately for what seemed like such a terrible idea, we got an email from the people who will be interviewing Clive next week for the job that pays well but will take him out of the country for two weeks.
I had asked him to confirm when the job would start. We got our answer. It’s good news.
She said the job wouldn’t begin until around September 24. Training in the US wouldn’t be until October.
HOLYFUCKAREYOUKIDDING?!
So, wait, hang on. You’re telling me that not only will the job not begin until ten days after my due date, he won’t have to be out of the country until OCTOBER?! SERIOUSLY?! THIS IS WONDERFUL!!!!
Though, it’s still terrible that he’d have to be out of the country for an entire two weeks, leaving me alone with the baby and missing some very important time with him, if it means a steady income, that’s FINE by me.
He still has to actually GET the job, but the timing of the start date and training couldn’t be better.
This means that he can find a shitty temporary job in Halifax and work until I go into labour, quit immediately, and then spend time with the new baby and I until this new job starts. Theoretically speaking, this is a PERFECT situation. I say theoretically because I’m not one to count my chickens before they hatch. Lots of things could still fuck up from now until then.
But! That didn’t stop us from taking the Next Step last night…
We signed a lease on an apartment last night. (!!!!!) By far the nicest place that Clive and I have lived in (however, seriously, it’s not hard to beat. Though the view was stunning, our place in the BVI was a very small bachelor with a plastic, purple patio table, wobbly coffee table and an air mattress for a bed. Our place in Ontario was the smallest one bedroom you’ve ever seen, and had standing room only when there were more than he and I in it- literally). We get to move in whenever we want. This is excellent. Except for the money we’ll owe on the first of every month. Jesus, our new place is expensive.
After signing the lease, we went to bedroom depot, where we got a $4000 king-sized Sealy mattress for $500. Or that’s what the sales pitch was, anyway. It doesn’t have tags, and is a bit dirty from sliding around the truck, but who can argue with getting it for 10% of the regular cost? Nothing a little Oxyclean can’t fix, or so I’m told.
As expected, things are coming together, and just in time, because I don’t think I could handle the stress for very much longer. Now, we just need some income. That’d be handy.
