It seems fitting to me that as I pack the car to move from Ohio to Montana, leaving on what has become an epic adventure, that spring in all its glory is bursting out all over. For all endings are actually just new beginnings and spring is just that...evidence that all is not lost but actually just dormant and waiting for a little sun. My home in Ohio is 2 acres of natural loveliness, me being the fine horticulturist that I am, flowers run together with wildflowers and weeds in a combination of color and confusion. I love it.
As most of you know, I've not found a full-time job in Ohio in 5 years of looking, Lately, I've applied nationwide which produced some positive results in that I did make it to the top of 6 job searches. Meaning, that I was 1 of 20ish or so to get a phone call or two in a selection process that started with 200 to 300 people. Ok, so I'm flattered but still am without a job.
In March, I had decided I might move to Florida. My friend, Cathy, spoke to me of how HOT the summers are and stated that, "You really have to feel called to move to Florida!" So, I reconsidered. I've been to Florida in the summer, its more than hot. In stating to her, several times, that we should find a cool summer place to go to, I had a head-slapping moment when I realized that I knew someone who worked in such a place.
I sent my resume, to a cool summer place, I waited over the weekend for Monday to come thinking all the while about seasonal jobs and what I might do after it ended if I was not asked to stay. At 10 AM Monday, the phone rang, it was the owner of the Izaak Walton Inn calling to talk. His manner was easy, he was exited about the possibilities and at the end of an hour long call, it was on me to read the Employee Handbook and decide if this non-smoker could adhere to the "no Crack smoking" rule. I giggled and in an email later that night told him I thought I could live with this.
Then the next day another call came, an offer, a virtual handshake over the phone occurred and the next thing I new I had agreed to spend at least the summer in Montana. Not just normal Montana, but Glacier National Park area, Montana! Compared to all the other job searches had been a piece of cake.
So, that chain of events is why I'm leaving Ohio and moving to Montana. I'm moving for a job, seasonal at the least. I'm moving into spring, a new beginning. I'm moving into the unknown towards the sun. I'm moving because my heart says maybe I"m going home. Stay tuned everyone. I'll post more later about the journey.
