One of the major events in our family in the last year was our move from Colorado. Although I knew Tim’s job could involve some mobility on his part, I did not expect to be moving from Colorado anytime soon. I genuinely thought that we would be raising our family in Colorado and maybe ten years down the road we might move somewhere new. I’m pretty sure Tim felt the same way.
We love Colorado. We loved living there. It felt like home very quickly. Living near Boulder was especially comfortable for us and our interests. Liberal? Check. Foodies? Check. Outdoor activities? Supercheck. Add to all of that some great friends, new and old, and we really felt like we had found our place. You know, the place, sort of like Cheers except we didn’t actually live in a bar.
In October of 2012, I had been visiting my family in Phoenix with Olivia. On a Saturday, I came home from the trip feeling a bit…off. And a bit hungry. It occurred to me that I might be pregnant. The next morning after a dollar store pregnancy test (I spare no expense when it comes to my kids, people), I knew that the next nine months were going to be a bit more exciting. So, the next day when I got a call about a job interview, I was a little nervous. I really wanted the job. I had been looking for a while and the school year had already started, but the job was super close to home and in my dream district. Did I have to share this news with them? Would they hire me if I did? Was I up for the challenge of being a working pregnant mother and wife?
I called Tim to tell him about the interview. His response was something along the lines of, “Well, I hope the interview is for a job in St. Louis.”
“The VP at corporate just called. There is a job in St. Louis they want me to apply for. It would be a big promotion, but it would be in St. Louis,” he said.
“So what do I do about my interview?” I asked. After talking about all of the possibilities we decided it would be best for me to go ahead with the interview. In the event that his opportunity didn’t work out, I wouldn’t have missed out on my own.
Are you keeping count? That’s one pregnancy, two job interviews and a possible move two states away. It was a busy week.
To make things more complicated, both interviews went well. However, before I could progress very far in my interview process, Tim had his answer. They wanted him in St. Louis. Everything about the opportunity was a positive save two things. First, the opportunity would take us away from Colorado. Second, it would also take us further away from my family in Arizona.
We had a number of conversations around the pros and cons of this move. What was best for him careerwise? What was best for our kids? What was best for us as a family?
Ultimately, the answer to all of those questions was St. Louis and before Christmas arrived, we were there.
For the last two months before we moved, we made our best attempt at soaking in everything we loved about Colorado. We spent time with friends, headed out on our favorite trails, ate at our favorite restaurants, and made a point to gaze at the Rockies as much as possible.
We still miss it. We miss the mountains and the people and just…all of it. We are growing to love St. Louis, but I don’t know if it will ever be our place.