Everyone is talking about how it has been one year since Hurricane Sandy. You may recall I wrote a silly little post on how we spent our time during the storm. We were blessed to not have any losses or damage from the storm. Even my family’s home at the Jersey Shore was completely spared (we like to thank Dad for that!). Of course on this anniversary I think about the folks who lost loved ones or property and feel for them. I can’t help but to also remember what we were doing during the storm and be reminded of how different my life was then and in awe of how much has changed in a year.
There are little differences that are part of every day life. The Boo, for instance, was still in a crib a year ago. If the Bean didn’t come along, he’d probably still be happy in a crib. I think he finds comfort in the confinement, he really never did try to climb or jump out of the crib. We moved him to a toddler bed not long after the storm. It seems like a lifetime ago, though, that he had to call to us to get him out of bed in the morning. I miss the days of putting him to bed and being confident that he’d stay there. It’s amazing how much he’s grown.
There have been, however, more significant changes in my life. A lot more. This time a year ago was what could be described as the apex of a near 3 year long build up of hard times. Unemployment and underemployment, some self inflicted and some just bad luck, made life extremely difficult.
This time a year ago, every day life was full of stress. The Hubs had been out of work for months without unemployment benefits. I was still reeling from my father’s death and decompressing after 7 years of his decline from Alzheimer’s disease. We had just moved into a smaller home (a shoebox, really) for financial reasons. We had just announced that we were pregnant with the Bean. My work situation was on a downturn but I could not leave it or change it. I was having what I will call “tense discussions” with some loved ones. It took everything I had just to get out of bed in the morning and I just didn’t know how it was all going to turn out. Every day I tried to keep my hormones in check, put on a brave face, and just get through it. Some days I could. Other days, not so much.
So I think back, as we were hunkering in while Sandy unleashed her rage on the East Coast, that she wasn’t the only storm we were trying to get through safely. Get through together. This storm that had developed in our lives was threatening to tear apart everything we had built. We had been hunkering in for a long time. An exhaustively long time.
Just 3 weeks after Sandy, our clouds began to part. The Hubs was offered and accepted an opportunity that was not just gainful employment, but his absolute dream job AND a complete and total change in our lives. Once the decision was made for us to move to Seattle, it was like every barrier we had was suddenly struck down. Things just became EASIER. For once. It was like all roads led to Seattle and once we were committed we knew that it was the absolute right path for us. The only path. Our days of swimming upstream were over. We were Sisyphus and our boulder was not rolling back down the hill. This was what it was all for. This was what all the struggle was leading us toward. A brave new adventure and a fresh start for us.
The Hubs is loving his job. I was able to transfer my job out here and just recently moved into a much better position. The Bean is the happiest baby EVER. The Boo is thriving at day care and loves our new “apartment house.” We are happy. We are home… a place we haven’t been for a while. It is truly amazing the difference a year can make.