I grew up in Indiana. By the time I graduated from my small-town high school, I was ready to take on a new state and moved to Knoxville, Tennessee, for college. I studied to be a teacher, but I always knew I’d live overseas someday. Two weeks after graduating from college with an elementary education degree, I moved to Ukraine to teach missionary kids. I did that for five years, married another American during the last year of that time, and decided to move back to pursue his career as a college professor.
We spent twelve years in Cincinnati. He worked at professoring, and I worked at having and caring for children. Three of them, to be exact. I also did a whole bunch of other part-time jobs like teaching at a homeschool co-op and working at a store in a mall. I liked all of them, but our lives got way too busy during those years. Neither of us was very content; we felt trapped and didn’t see any alternatives.
Almost three years ago, the college where he worked experienced some pretty severe financial problems and let a lot of people go. He was one of them. At the time, it seemed devastating, but in retrospect, it was the best thing that could have happened to us. We sold our house and moved to Omaha, Nebraska. Now he’s a professor at another college, and I work in the administration. Our lives slowed down considerably after the move, and we actually have time to spend together and with the children now. Just goes to show you that things sometime end up better than you thought they would!
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