Marty is searching for a job. I'm trying not to be emotionally invested. It would be significantly easier if he didn't bounce in every ten minutes and tell me about some opportunity in Aurora Wisconsin, Morgantown West Virginia, or Scottsbluff Nebraska. And yes, he's applied for whatever opportunities he's found in this corner of the world too.
The other day, after Marty learned some out-of-state company looked at his resume several times and he received an e-mail from them asking if he was still interested in employment, I broke out my miner's cap and descended into the rabbit hole. After all, there's only so much this geography nerd can handle without doing a deep-dive into the areas in question.
If we move, it will most likely only be Marty and myself (a forced empty-nest and that's a whole 'nuther blast of emotions I'm not ready for). Our needs are minimal. Costco isn't necessary. Housing can be modest, including an over 55 community. Or not. Right now, I'm more interested in quality medical care than I am the location of the closest Hobby Lobby or Trader Joe's.
In the event Marty finds work elsewhere, I doubt we will have the kind of community that I've grown to love here. However, my goal is to find something like that again. How? Master Gardener group? Garden clubs? Volunteering? Churches? A part-time job? I am not sure but I know that I will need to do something. That's the big lesson I learned my first year in Texarkana. I had nothing to do and the loneliness and grief from Dad's death took its toll.
What I do know is right now we are in Texarkana. He's found a couple of job prospects here too. Hopefully one of them will pan out and we can stay a bit longer. It makes the most sense for me--but maybe not for Marty. The one big take-away I've learned from moving almost four years ago is if there is another relocation we will be okay--even in Effingham Illinois.
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