You may be wondering, where the heck has Carole been these past two months!? I'm so sorry, friend, I’ve been totally MIA, and I have so much to tell you! We’ve been in the process of packing up and moving everything across the country, and since this is my tenth move in eleven years, you might think it would be easy for me by now. But it wasn’t. Actually, it was a LOT harder than I thought it would be, and so, I had to take a step back from blogging and social media to process everything. But let me tell you all about how we ended up moving!
One day I was sitting on the sofa, after we’d eaten dinner in our little New York apartment, when hubs comes into the living room and says, “I got an interview with JPL,”.
He tells me he applied to a position there a while ago, and just got a call to set up a phone interview. If you aren't sure what JPL is, it stands for Jet Propulsion Laboratory, managed by Caltech for NASA. They're most recently known for putting the Mars Rover on Mars, and their main objective is space exploration and earth science research. Pretty much, it's been hubs dream to work in some kind of space related field, so you can imagine how happy he was to get an interview with them! So, after he tells me about the interview, and when I finally stop jumping up and down with excitement, I remember where JPL is. I start to panic inside. We’d just seemed to hit our stride in NYC, with friends, church, and growing my business. What was I going to do if I had to leave all of that behind, and move all the way to Southern California?
My sweet friends were telling me not to worry. Not to get too far ahead of myself. Maybe he wouldn’t get the job. And that’s when it hit me - I didn’t want to see him give up his dream for the sake of my fear of change. I couldn’t ask him not to take the job if it was offered to him. No way!
As you might guess, after a phone and in-person interview, and many days of waiting for a few things to process, he got the job! We were so excited for the amazing opportunity he had been given. But then it was time to start saying goodbye. For about a month (a huge blessing we were given so much time before he had to start), we spent as much time as we could hanging out with friends and family, and getting around to all of those New York things we'd let fall by the wayside. This is where I had a second epiphany. There were a lot of tears and sad last embraces, and I realized how lucky we were to be sad. We had really made a home in NYC, by investing enough time and energy into that city to make it painful to leave.
When you’re surrounded by friends who love you and cry with you during those tough transitions, you know you’ve truly found home. Home isn’t just a pretty place to relax or entertain, it’s the people you do those things with that create a home. New York, though it might be hard to believe, with it’s crazy, never ending energy, sirens every few minutes, and smelly, sticky summer sidewalks, was truly a home. Our hearts were full there, and we celebrate the memories we made with people we love. We will always consider New York a special home, because there are so many people there who hold our hearts in their hands.
The day we left, I sat on the plane, tears in my eyes as I watched our city and home fade away through the window. All those people I loved were down there, but I was happy to know that even though we were leaving, I would always have the best part of New York in my heart. Friendship, family, and a sense of what it means to be at home.
If you ever struggle to find that missing link to creating your best home (even a temporary one), here’s my humble advice: reach out to community and friends. Be intentional with them. Share yourself and your life with others who need all that you are. You’ll know you’ve done it right when your heart breaks just thinking of saying goodbye. And more than that, you’ll be making a home for others with your friendship.
I know I can’t leave you hanging on the details of our life now! We’re in Pasadena, about ready to move from company housing into a cute little cottage with a big ol’ yard for Penny, the monkey-dog. I call her that because there’s this awesome, tree-filled dog park we’ve been hanging out at every morning, where she’s learned to actually climb the tree trunks. She gets about five feet up, in her frenzied attempt to capture the squirrels. She's crazy! At least I know she’s enjoying her new surroundings as much as we are! My favorite thing so far is that sun never stops shining, except at night (duh), and it’s warm and dry. No more humidity, thank you very much! And as you can see below, the scenery is more beautiful than I could have imagined.
As far as the new house (which is a rental, by the way), I’m already planning and scheming about how to decorate it, and I’ve got some great ideas (thanks to some serious input from hubs, who is a genius). In the coming weeks, I’ll be sharing those decorating projects with you! I'm SO excited to get started!
Thanks for reading friend, and for making it the whole way through this long post! I won't be posting as frequently as I was before, just until we fully settle in, but I wanted to put something out there so you wouldn’t think I fell off the face of the planet. We're moving this Saturday, by the way! Wish us luck! We're so ready to feel a little permanence again.