The last several days have been...taxing.
I have an offer from one company that I've accepted. My company is trying to retain me, but there are delays and inquiries about compensation are either not fully answered or deflected. They know and understand the urgency driving the need for my ask. The hope is that my current employer at least matches the other offer - if they did, we'd be good.
This has, obviously, caused a profound amount of anxiety because of all the timetables that we're up against. Along with the above, I'm still 100% allocated to my project to architect an Information Protection solution, working on some special side work, and performing advisory services for another client (that isn't mine) to implement Governance and Compliance.
Because it will come out sooner or later, the main driver for Dani and I coming back home is that my Mom is very sick and doesn't really have much more than 6 months left. I've been away for 12 years. As the woman who took care of me all my life starts to walk down that shadowed path, it's time for me to be home so that I can be where my family needs me.
While part of me understands the inevitability of what is happening - especially after years of smoking, it doesn't make any of it easier.
I'm also going through the process of getting the logistical side of things addressed. Shipping a home 2000 miles across country is a major undertaking in the best of times. We're running all over the place trying to make sure that we get our belongings get from A to B. That brings us to the next element of chaos - buying our first home.
The housing market in California is bananas right now. Even though we're working with a fantastic Mortgage Broker and Realtor, there's always that element of frustration when we put an offer in on a place that we love and don't get it. But, we're going to keep trying. We don't have any choice. Lease is up. Gotta get home. Can't be homeless.
All we can do is to desperately hope that all the pieces fall into place.
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