Well, it's official. Kyle started his new job today, so it appears we are not on an extended vacation, and we really did move to Nashville. For a moment there, I was beginning to think we'd seriously overpacked for an Airbnb stay. The past few days have been spent exploring little bits of the city. Our city. (It still feels weird saying that.)
Let's be real. Touristing is what we're best at. But today... Today, I'm at home watching daytime TV, drinking one too many cups of coffee, job searching, and creating my first Tumblr account. (I can't believe I just said that.) While I love being able to catch Kathie Lee & Hoda on the Today Show, this stay-at-home-wife life is foreign to me. And it's hard.
I don't consider myself to be a feminist. I believe in girl power, but I also believe in cheering on and celebrating men, specifically my husband - something that's lost on most women in 2016. I'm not at all against the idea of women staying at home, nor am I against the idea of women being the "bread winner." When I woke up this morning, I shined my husband's shoes, laid out all his stuff he needed to take with him (because I knew he'd forget at least one important item if I didn't), made his breakfast, and brewed some coffee. I felt fulfilled. I felt like a good wife.
(Until I burnt toast and set off the fire alarms. But I digress.)
Here's the thing about marriage. It isn't all puppies and sunshine and cute videos and adventures. It's hard. It requires sacrifice. And sacrificing your career for the person you love is just. not. easy, feminist or not. It's not something we wrote about in our wedding vows.
And yet, here I am, typing a blog post instead of a work email at 1:29 p.m. on a Thursday, feeling about as useful as a houseplant.
I know it's only week one. I know this move was best for our family. I know that we'll make friends and discover a new brunch spot to replace Petite Chou (which I miss SO VERY MUCH). I know I'll find my place. But right now, as I search for a new job for the first time in years, I'm making peace with the sacrifice, knowing that marriage has brought me much more joy than anything else. More joy than any job ever could. And there's no one else I'd rather have by my side through big change and burnt toast.
On a lighter note, here's a picture of Charlie in the most presentable section of our new place:
Maybe it's the fact that he loves Tennessee, or maybe it's the fact that our veterinarian prescribed him Prozac before we left Indiana (HALLELUJAH!)... Whatever it is, he's quite happy here. And so are we.
- Maggie (the journaler)
P.S. I know this is just our little hobby blog, but in case someone other than my mom is reading this, and that someone knows of a job, a good company, or a good person to talk to in the greater Nashville area, here's my LinkedIn profile. And here's my email. Because you just never know. :)