So I had a few days of reveling in the fantasy of my new big job and the transition to get there. There’s always one day in any relocation I’ve ever done where the bubble bursts, and sh*t gets real. That day was yesterday. My relocation coordinator called me and set things in motion. If you’ve never done this before, it’s a LOT in a short period of time. What normally takes 3-6 months happens in about 2-3 weeks. Because when you move for a job, they want you there. They didn’t hire you to have take 3 months to figure out what you want to do.
I need to be up there by mid-August. I initially didn’t think it would be that quick, but very quickly I see that it’s going to be a lot easier to get it over with. So I’m juggling appointments with movers, applying for mortgages, completing new hire paperwork and making arrangements for drug testing. Holy cow!! It is happening, and it is happening NOW. Meanwhile, I’m still trying to get my job done at work.
My friend Michael has been a godsend to me. I was melting down yesterday, and he – who has done this as often as me – is the one that urged me to go ahead and get it over with. I just want it to SLOW DOWN, I said. But we both know this is part of the adventure. It’s the roller coaster chugging up the hill and then the ferocious exhilarating descent into the unknown. There will be an end, but meanwhile it’s time to put my hands up and enjoy the adrenalin rush.
I’ve got a little circle of friends from St. Joe in a private Facebook room that are helping me with logistics, and my friend Ann is helping me with “Whirlpool-related” questions. I feel very supported. I’m praying that this will be effortless. I know it won’t, but I’m holding space that what I need will show up when I need it. That also means that planning is just a task that gets me moving in the right direction. Not everything will go as planned, and there will be tears and frustration and a need for extreme flexibility. And one day close to the holidays, it will all be history.
I have to keep reminding myself why I do this. Yes, this is a great job. It’s my dream job. But I’ve done this many times before, and I will likely do this again. The great thing about Whirlpool is the opportunity to take roles around the country. Whirlpool has moved me to Seattle and to Benton Harbor once before. I also worked for them in Knoxville. In the back of my mind, I’m dreaming of an expat opportunity somewhere in my next decade in Italy. And maybe I’ll retire at the Knoxville location so I can live out my days close to my beloved Applachians. I have to roam. It’s what I dreamed of as a teenage girl not far from where I am now, and it has never disappointed me. I’m a nomad and an adventurer.
Some people feel like home is in whatever town they grew up in. For others, home is a state. “I will always live in Texas,” some friends say who move from Dallas to Houston to Austin. For me, home expands to include the entire country. Right now, my sights are set on a little beachside town up north. I get to drive through Memphis to get there. It’s time to roll with it… the only way out is through.