We Should Change Our Last Name To Nomadic Or Fickle… Take Your Pick

First, I just wanted to mention that I reread my previous post today and felt it did not come out as I meant it to, so I edited a few parts, although you seemed to get the correct message with your comment, Michelle.  🙂

But, just for clarification, I was saying: Though blogging can serve as therapeutic for many, I felt unsure it had or ever would benefit me in the same way.  However, I also recognize it is a possibility that, that’s because I worried so much and refused to give it the chance to really affect me.  I hope it was not interpreted as commentary on blogging as a whole or anyone else’s blog.  Everyone has a different reason for blogging and there are so many blogs out there that I really enjoy!

Anyway, here’s an update on our life, per your request, Michelle! 🙂

In case you don’t know me personally, we moved twice in the past eight months.  My husband and I transplanted ourselves (for the fun of it) in the Denver metro area about three years ago.

When we bought our house we were planning to raise a family there, but once Little Man was born that all changed.

Long story somewhat shorter: Hubby found a job with a company who moved us to Washington, DC in July for a six month project, which was about three hours (on a low traffic day) from our families.  Though closer, the trip was still somewhat pricey with tolls and gas and, because the trips were shorter and more frequent now, not really saving us money.  Then there was the fact that we did not have many friends in the same situation in the area.  So, basically, we may as well have not moved at all because at least we had a wonderful support system of friends in Colorado.

So, fast forward six months: Hubby really has the option of living anywhere with his current company.  I found a full time job closer to my parents because I thought I wanted to go back to work.  Little Man and I moved up to NJ and lived with my parents for a couple of weeks while I started a job in Philadelphia and my mom watched Little Man.  We submitted my contract terms to our apartment complex in DC and they released us from fulfilling the remaining term of the rental and we found another rental about twenty minutes down the road from my parents and an hour from Hubby’s.  I found myself completely overwhelmed with the commute and time away from my baby boy.  I realized that I needed to figure out another option.

So where does that leave me now?  I am working part-time, from home for some supplemental income and to keep myself educated in my field.  I have discovered a world of freelance work that I was not really aware existed and, because we now have some familial support nearby, there is a little less of a strain on us financially in the childcare department.

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