well, life has thrown us a curve ball once again. Back in June 15 days before we were supposed to move to California, we got a phone call from the pediatric director at UNLV stating that he wanted Owen to have a guarenteed spot in the pediatric program next summer. We immediatly changed our plans--we were going to rush off to Vegas, so we wouldn't have to move again next summer--(that would make 4 summers in a row.) Well, Owen started working for a great dental company in Harbor City, California and we were living with Owen's parents until the license for NV came through. In the mean time, I went to Utah to stay with my mom for 3 weeks. Last week it was time for Owen to come and pick me up to go back to Long Beach, and I just didn't feel right about it. The thought of moving back in with his parents made me very depressed. Not that I don't like them, they just have a small house, and there is no room for a party of 5! We thought about renting a home there, but it was impossible to find a month to month and the rent alone in So. California was between $3,000-$4,000--and that's for a tiny 3 bedroom house with no amenities! My mom has a big home and I'm very familiar with Provo. So...I decided to stay in Utah until we're ready to go to Vegas. I enrolled my kids in Rock Canyon Elementary--the same school I went to--so strange. They LOVE it, and are already making friends. Maggie loves little Hannah who is in second grade too, and it just so happens that she lives right across the street from us, and is in our ward.--- I swear, only in Utah!
Owen has a 3 day weekend every other week, so we'll be investing in a lot of frequent flyer miles, and it's almost like a second honeymoon for us! Although our plans of having another babe don't look good--you know, timing issue. I do miss Owen terribly and sometimes wonder if we made the right decision. But ultimately, we don't know if the pedo program is going to have a salary, so this gives us a chance to pay a few things off and save a little to get us through the next two years. My dilemma, is that when I'm at church all the ward members who I know all too well, find out that I've moved in with my 3 kids and they give me this sad look like I'm getting divorced. I feel like I need to get up in sacrament meeting and tell everyone that I'm not getting a divorce, nor am I seperated, nor is my husband in the milatary or is he inactive. --we're just going through a little job transition right now all for the good of Owen's dream of being a pedodontist. We're hoping for January, but you never know. I'm ok too, so don't feel sorry for me--ok, you can if you want.
