A little more than a year ago Big Yankee crammed everything he could into his black car, hugged us tight, backed out of the driveway of what we thought was our forever home, and drove 1230+ miles to a new job and a new life for us.
We were starting over. I spent nine long months solo parenting, trying to sell our house and make it through the day and to the next bedtime. Our three children spent nine months navigating life with a long distance dad and fearing the day we would finally move thousands of miles away from life long friends and family. Big Yankee worked his ass off, missing birthdays, band concerts and Thanksgiving and counting the minutes until we could all live under one roof.
Our house finally sold and by Memorial Day we were fitting the pieces of our fractured family back together. I found a job I loved and we discovered new places and past times in the great outdoors. We breathed a little easier. Life was less stressful and we were getting our groove back.
And last week it all came crashing down.
Big Yankee's job-the one we upended our life for-is no longer his. It came out of nowhere and happened instantly. We were shocked, devastated and angry. How could this happen again? How many times did we have to endure this? It felt like some kind of sick joke-living the great American nightmare. I was physically ill and angry and crying and wondering what we did to deserve this over again, and again.
We've had a few days to gain perspective. We're still angry but that won't change anything. We have a roof over our heads and are grateful it's a rental payment and not a mortgage. We're in a better position financially than we were when this happened before. I have a job that will likely go full time in a few months. There are a few job leads and though we don't know many people in town we seem to know a few people in the right places. We've done this before and we can do it again.
We HAVE to do it again.