It was during Christmas Break that we decided to move.
It was during Spring Break that we visited our prospective new home.
It will be during Summer Break that we actually relocate.
Does it kind of look like we can't bear to be cooped up in Indianapolis with nothing to do? (Perhaps I should add: During Fall Break we visited NYC and during Thanksgiving Break we visited friends in Florida. Now does it look like we're desperate?) If so, that's pretty accurate. We are absolutely in love with our little Speedway bungalow, but evenings, weekends, and vacations pretty much drive us nuts. How many times can we visit the one nice restaurant in town, or the one little Mexican joint? We've branched out to visiting other "local" places throughout the metro area, but we are pretty much bored stiff here. Oh, and by the way, we're 23. Yes, 23 years old. The age most people are just graduating college and starting careers (and still pretending like they're in college on the weekends). Yet we've both had multiple careers, we own two homes, and we watch TV and play cards at our parents' houses on Friday evenings. Can anyone say "settled?" How about "settled too soon?" OK. That's how we feel.
And so we started searching. The idea actually came from some of our dear friends, and when we heard that they were interested in following a dream across the country, we pulled out a map and tried to find our dream city. Yes, we actually pulled out the road atlas. We tried to pin down a city we could love: warm, outdoorsy, relatively progressive (at least for my education, midwives must exist. preferably in abundance), not TOOOOOO far away (west coast was apparently too far for the Mr.). And fun. Hip. Eclectic. If this is going to be our "young and dumb" adventure, then there must be young and dumb things to do. Our fingers landed on Austin.
Everything we read about Austin fit exactly with our requirements, and then some. Austin is the "Live Music Capital of the World (official slogan)," which drove Brandon crazy with excitement, and it is also known as "Silicon Hills" because of all the Techie stuff there-- again, something Brandon gets giddy over. (Yes, giddy.) Midwives are also quite popular in Texas, and Austin is no exception (the locals don't seem to think so, but compared to Indianapolis, Austin looks like midwifery Mecca!). It is also warm, and supposedly quite outdoorsy. Hmmm... sounds like a place we could love.
So we visited. Actually, we announced to our families in December that we were moving right after Christmas, and we both had jobs waiting (!), but we figured that since we had never visited, we probably should. So we reneged then, and we visited over Spring Break. And it was everything we had hoped for and more. I interviewed with several midwifery practices in order to secure clinical internships, and both of the major ones accepted me. Hooray! Two prospects in Austin, zero in Indy. Sounds like a simple decision, right? Except that my clinicals will begin next March/April, and Brandon will not have a job then. Cue the interview at the amazing Classical Christian School. Amazing = understatement.
We actually are still waiting to hear the results of that and the next two interviews with that school. But we're moving regardless. We are packing up, selling our two beautiful homes, and moving to Austin next month. We are going to be young and dumb, by golly!
Actually, I got cold feet a few weeks ago, and often cry inside thinking about losing my beloved home. I try to convince myself that this is going to be great, it's what we want, and it's what I need anyway. Right? Being young and dumb can be good, right? Making new friends, trying new jobs, being in new places, it's all good. In fact, we've always had more friends than we do here, we've always been healthier than we are here, and we've always been more adventurous, courageous, and outgoing than we are here. We lost something when we moved back to Indy-- something good. I think, besides the fact that we both have/may have amazing job opportunities, we are mostly searching for that thing again.
Here goes nothing.