Ramblings from a former Alaskan

The occasional ramblings, thoughts, rants, etc., from an independent who has lived all over the country.

Friday, January 18, 2008

Post it notes

Aren't Post-it-notes great?

I have one on my desk. It simply states: Time to start packing.

And it is.

I've been interviewing lately. There are two spots that are standing out from the crowd. And it appears I'm standing out from the crowd with them, too.

One is 30 miles from the town we originally wanted to call home when we picked the place we'd live if we didn't have to work. The other is about 75 miles from that same town, but in a different state.

I'm excited about both places. Each one has a lot of positive things going for it.

I know I've been quiet lately, but I haven't been lounging. I really do need to start packing. Seriously.

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

A brand new year

Yes, 2008 is finally here.

It's a brand new year. One we can coast through, or one where we can work to make it the type of year we've always dreamed we'd live.

This is the year I want to mold the events in my life as much as possible.

How do I plan to do this? Glad you asked.

I'm very, very lucky. Years ago when I made the choice to go back to school I picked a field that is in high demand today. It wasn't by luck either. I'd met too many degreed people doing minimum wage jobs in my life. The last thing I wanted was the responsibility of student loans and a career that didn't have openings. I researched the careers that interested me the most. I looked at the job market that was available at the time and the predicted job market.

Since the medical field had always interested me, it was a perfect fit.

Today I have many options available in my chosen career.

Since we want to relocate, but we're not sure what part of the country we want to call home, signing up with a temp agency that supplies qualified techs to hospitals with a staffing crunch seems like a logical choice. That way I can work in several spots each year. We can learn about different areas of the country and try the areas out before we make a commitment (buy a house).

Today is the day we put our place on the market.

Later this week, or next week, we'll go into town and start the process of obtaining our passports so we can travel through Canada. I do miss the days when they weren't required to get from the 49th state to one of the lower 48 states.

This is the year that Roger and I will reconnect with family and friends that we haven't seen in over a decade.

So with all that going on, why let the constant snow bug me?

I don't know what Roger dreams about, but I'm dreaming of lilac bushes and dogwood in bloom.

If you're a transplant, what are some of the things that you miss from your former homes?