In The Market

My husband and I have been discussing taking a travel contract. At first we were very excited. We filled out all the paperwork and applications. We told the recruiter where we would like to go to work. We applied for licenses to other states.

Then the ambiguity kicked in. Do we really want to pack up half of our stuff so someone can stay in our apartment for us while we are gone? Do we really want to leave the dog behind? Do we really want to drive across the country? Can they even offer us enough money to make this whole thing worthwhile?

Then we started discussing how much we would like to have a larger apartment. Or even a house. What if we bought a house? We have definitely outgrown this place, but five years in a one-bedroom apartment will do that to you.

So on a whim, we went to our bank to talk about home loans. We sat down with a lender and talked about our fears relating to our credit history. How much can we afford? Can we really do this?

And the answer: Yes, we can. And they approved us. And now we are looking for a house.

So, I get to call our recruiter and tell him to put everything on hold. I have to work my ass off to get money together for a down payment. I get to pack.

But I can't wait. This is so big. Exciting. The next step.