About a week and a half ago, Bart came home from work with the news that there was a really good opening with his company at the Austin office and that if he wanted to be considered for it, it looked extremely likely that he’d be offered the job.
We talked about it all through dinner, the dishes, and then on until we went to bed, weighing all the pros and cons, and finally decided that yes, we wanted to try for it.
After that, things moved really quickly, with the office immediately setting up interviews, working out a timeline for when Bart could rotate off his clients here and start on his new client in Austin, and negotiating the transfer details.
One week later, last Wednesday, Bart was officially offered the position, with a start date of August 16th.
Which means we’re moving back to Austin in three weeks.
It’s been extremely helpful that our baby hasn’t arrived yet, as it’s given me a chance to get all the logistics of our move worked out, including selling practically all our belongings (we are taking a single car load of stuff with us, while I fly with the baby into Austin), getting out of our apartment here, and signing on a new apartment in Texas.
Most of me is thrilled at this move; it’s a great career opportunity for Bart, we’ll live about a mile from our old house, near all our friends, we’ll be able to afford a much nicer apartment, and I won’t have to face another Boston winter. I loved Texas, more than I’ve ever loved somewhere I’ve lived, and the prospect of going back permanently thrills me.
But after a year in Boston, it’s also amazingly sad to leave all the good friends we’ve made here (although the fact that most of them are students and will be leaving within a year or two anyway, makes it a bit easier to swallow).
Boston has been beyond good to us – Bart’s job has been a practically unbeatable launching point, I was able to work in my dream job, we got pregnant (and will have this baby at virtually no cost, thanks to the insurance through my job), we’ve made good friends, experienced a lot of the East Coast, and generally just lived it up.
But now it feels like we’re going home.