Home Again

I’m back home in J—, hanging out at my parents’ house. I have an interview down here tomorrow, and I’m pretty terrified about it.
M found a new job down here a couple of weeks ago, which means that we are moving. It’s ultimately going to be a good thing, in the long-run. That doesn’t alleviate any of my current angst about the entire situation, though.
M and I are both teachers; she teaches music, and I teach English. We’ve been in the same place almost since we got married. During that time we established relationships with our students’ families, our coworkers, and many members of the community. Near the end of this school year, our administration really tried to mess with her job – it was so drastic that she threatened to leave if they went forward with their proposal for her department. Well, they gave her nothing, and she left. She ended up getting a job in J—, my hometown.
This has been very stressful for me. I really loved my job, and now I have to leave it. Technically, I’m unemployed at the moment. I’m not really concerned about that, so much. I’m really good at what I do, and even if I don’t get the job I’m interviewing for tomorrow, I’m confident that by the end of the summer I will have something ready to go.
No, what I’m really stressed out about with this is the prospect of moving. Selling our house, buying a new one, packing our stuff, etc… It is all so daunting. Especially in the current housing market. We don’t have a choice, though.
I think the interview tomorrow itself doesn’t really scare me. I think that it is a symbol of everything else that is happening. Historically, I haven’t dealt well with these kinds of changes emotionally. I’m trying to keep myself together, but it is challenging.
In the meantime, here I’ll sit, in my parent’s living room, with Dad watching bad television and Mom prattling on at me about matters both trivial and meaningless.