Change

Change. It is on the horizon, and it's just a bit scary, a bit exciting. When I was growing up, I lived in the same town, the same house, my entire life. My parents were both teachers, and our lives revolved around the school year schedule. Real change didn't come to my life until I went away to UCSB for college. When I married Brett, an aspiring high school teacher, nearly ten years ago, I figured that I would live a life that was similar to the one I grew up in. We'd live in the same community for the duration of my husband's teaching career. We'd have summers together as a family. Our kids would grow up in a safe, family-friendly environment. Life would be stable.

Then a little over a year ago, my husband decided that he wanted to change careers. He wanted to quit teaching and go to law school. Honestly, that declaration terrified me. It wasn't as if it took me completely by surprise, but it was scary nevertheless. Brett had been contemplating a career change for a few years. But, the enormity of this change was much bigger than I expected. Since we don't live anywhere near a law school that is acredited by the American Bar Association, we'll have to move for law school and then potentially again for his law career. I've lived my dream of being a stay-at-home mom for the past six years, but unless we want to be buried under a mountain of debt, I'll have to work at least part-time. Right now, a completely different life is in our future.

Change is there...we're just not sure exactly what it is going to look like. Brett has applied to several law schools, and we're waiting to hear back on his acceptances. Each application represents a different life. Somehow, I think the change will be easier to prepare for when we know exactly what it is going to be. And so we wait....