After a couple of weeks of job hunting in Des Moines (without much luck), Lauren and I have decided that it's time for me to move. Toward that, I'll be moving to Maryville, MO, and moving in with Lauren.
http://www.maryvillemo.org/index.html
I've given my apartment office my 30 day written notice, and I've started packing (and taking the opportunity to sort and pitch). My last day in Des Moines (for now) is going to be somewhere around May 12th.
In a way, it was inevitable. Sooner or later, at least one of us was going to have to move so we could be together. With Lauren having the better job situation at her college, and me being out of work, I've got the flexibility to move. It's a little sooner than I'd planned (I'd hoped to move in September or as soon as a better job developed in KC), but apart from that, it's probably the best circumstances for me to move, with no current financial or job ties (i.e., no house to sell).
Despite that, it's a little bit daunting because of the trade-offs. I don't have a job lined up there yet, and there's the challenge of trying to fit two household's worth of furniture and belongings together (and for me, the additional challenge of moving my belongings down there as efficiently as possible). And there will be some adjustments: I'm going to be giving up a lot that's familiar to me: friends, activities, places, entertainment venues.
In its place, I'll have a smaller town, and I'll have to look for new opportunities. But I'll be with Lauren.
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I do understand that Richard's move is not going to be an easy one for him. For one, he's moving from Des Moines (with its cultural events, ethnic restaurants, and shopping) to Maryville (home of one college, dubious choices for ethnic food, and very limited shopping). Second, he knows a few of my friends here, but not many. Third, there's a LOT OF STUFF and a RATHER SMALL HOUSE. I've already parted with a loveseat, a treadmill, a rocking chair, and a decrepit sewing machine in cabinet to make room for some of his stuff. Oh, and the books -- his books, my books -- too many books!
We will survive. But we'd appreciate being in your prayers.
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