Weighing My Options

It's been a rough week.

A lot of emotions exploded all over the place, especially on Thursday. I hadn't slept much the night before, and every fear, hindrance, and roadblock that could possibly come up was coming up. So I was a wreck. My eyes were perpetually puffy.


Here's the truth about this move: I'm scared. For good reason. If I wasn't approaching this cautiously, I would be approaching it unwisely. So I'm allowing myself, for the moment, to examine all possibilities for my future:


1) Return to Michigan and move back in with the parents. 
Pros: Family, friends nearby. Rent-free. Fall.
Cons: Family ALL THE TIME. Adding Bennet to the menagerie, but having to be super cautious with her because it's a parsonage. Even fewer jobs in the area than here. Winter.

2) Allow a friend to co-sign a lease for me and move to Austin.
Pros: Austin. Lots of new churches to choose from. Low unemployment rate. Just me and Bennet. Summer dresses ALL YEAR LONG.
Cons: Rent. Utilities. No actual guarantee of a job. Having to breach the friend relationship with a financial contract. No fall.

3) Stay here.
Note: This wasn't actually supposed to be an option. But yesterday at work as I was making biscotti and cookies and talking with the students and writing a letter of inquiry for a grant request, I realized something: I really like my job. Sure, it was just supposed to be a stop-gap, temporary thing and it's gone on a little longer, but I actually like it, and some of it is even continuing to grow my marketable experience, which is great.
Pros: Job. Job that I like. No moving (sort of?). Beeeeeaaaach.
Cons: Galveston. No church home to speak of, after more than a year. Have to get a second job. Still have to move and find a new home. Not actually sure how long Kyle will let me keep the job I have.

I can't actually tell you what I want or what's right yet. This is easily one of the hardest and most pressing decisions I've ever had to make, and I don't want to choose wrongly.

I'll let you know what I figure out.

Prayers are (always) appreciated.


Much love (still) from Texas,

CaroJo