The job would have been a fantastic one for sure, but the timing would have really sucked. It would have meant ultimately cutting this adventure short, for the kids and I anyhow, moving back to Nelson without Robin and somehow managing full time work and full time parenting until he finished his degree. Seeing that here I am, southbound for Logan again, I didn’t get the job. And I do feel relieved in many ways.
The experience has made me realize that the reality of going back to work is really not that far away, and that making the most of the time left should be my priority. So what does that mean? Firstly, embracing the tender ages of my kids and trying to make each and every day meaningful and memorable. Secondly, I’ll continue to love and lavish my hardworking husband with whatever I have to offer up for support as he gears up for his thesis. And finally, I’m going to throw myself back into the kitchen and combine my writing with the enjoyment I’ve gotten out of cooking and experimenting with recipes this last year and try and write a cookbook of sorts. “The Potter’s Wife Cooks”, how catchy!