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I blogged earlier this week that Dad interviewed at Murray State for a professorship job -- that all went very well. Dad said they were very impressed with him (who wouldn't be?), and painted a quaint picture for me of Murray, KY. However, one could clearly tell that his heart was set on those Delaware ho-bags who kept stringing him along. Dad was a bit taken with them when he was out there interviewing, and they said they would call him this week and tell him their answer.
Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday. All nothing. Dad was quite convinced that they were calling someone else and giving his beloved dream-job away to someone hotter than him (is it possible?). Then, on Friday afternoon at 4:30 Delaware time, they called and asked Dad if he was still interested in the job, oh he was? that's great -- they would be faxing him an official offer when the job clears Human Resources early next week. Insert simultaneous jump/scream and big sigh here.
This fall, our Dad will be an Assistant Professor at the University of Delaware. Are you intimidated yet? We are so extremely excited. I think Dad actually cried a bit when they told him the big news. We went out yesterday for celebratory Starbucks, and had celebratory Pizza & Buffalo wings for dinner. We spent last night after Isaac had gone to bed looking at real estate listings and what-not online. This is probably the biggest thing to happen to our family since Isaac came along, and something Dad has wanted since he can't remember when. Additionally, it means that I can stay home with my Buster, and possibly pop out another Buster, without worrying about working. We really couldn't be happier.
And yet I am abnormally stressed out, and I don't know why. Well, I could list off several reasons perhaps that may be why: 1) we have to move literally ACROSS THE CONTINENT, from Seattle to the East Coast, in, oh, six months; 2) I have never been to this region where we will be settling, and it really doesn't make much sense for us to visit before we move, so this will all be happening sight-unseen for me; 3) where are we going to live? At first it is likely we will finagle our way into some University-owned rental houses that will be nice and serve as a jump station for us to find a house to buy. But then we have to, oh, BUY A HOUSE. Something we've always dreamed of, but yet a little scary. Especially thinking that we will be committing to a major house payment every month for the next "30 years"; 4) How do you look for a house when you can technically live in any of three states?; 5) I have to really, like, graduate sometime in the next six months; 6) We will officially be real adults (ah, maybe THAT's it...).
Yes, all of these together may seem a little stressful, but I should really get a grip and be super-excited. Dad is especially frustrated that my grumpiness is ruining his buzz. What is wrong with me?
Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday. All nothing. Dad was quite convinced that they were calling someone else and giving his beloved dream-job away to someone hotter than him (is it possible?). Then, on Friday afternoon at 4:30 Delaware time, they called and asked Dad if he was still interested in the job, oh he was? that's great -- they would be faxing him an official offer when the job clears Human Resources early next week. Insert simultaneous jump/scream and big sigh here.
This fall, our Dad will be an Assistant Professor at the University of Delaware. Are you intimidated yet? We are so extremely excited. I think Dad actually cried a bit when they told him the big news. We went out yesterday for celebratory Starbucks, and had celebratory Pizza & Buffalo wings for dinner. We spent last night after Isaac had gone to bed looking at real estate listings and what-not online. This is probably the biggest thing to happen to our family since Isaac came along, and something Dad has wanted since he can't remember when. Additionally, it means that I can stay home with my Buster, and possibly pop out another Buster, without worrying about working. We really couldn't be happier.
And yet I am abnormally stressed out, and I don't know why. Well, I could list off several reasons perhaps that may be why: 1) we have to move literally ACROSS THE CONTINENT, from Seattle to the East Coast, in, oh, six months; 2) I have never been to this region where we will be settling, and it really doesn't make much sense for us to visit before we move, so this will all be happening sight-unseen for me; 3) where are we going to live? At first it is likely we will finagle our way into some University-owned rental houses that will be nice and serve as a jump station for us to find a house to buy. But then we have to, oh, BUY A HOUSE. Something we've always dreamed of, but yet a little scary. Especially thinking that we will be committing to a major house payment every month for the next "30 years"; 4) How do you look for a house when you can technically live in any of three states?; 5) I have to really, like, graduate sometime in the next six months; 6) We will officially be real adults (ah, maybe THAT's it...).
Yes, all of these together may seem a little stressful, but I should really get a grip and be super-excited. Dad is especially frustrated that my grumpiness is ruining his buzz. What is wrong with me?
posted by Claire at 9:59 PM
1 Comments:
WOWWWW! Congratulations! That's amazing! I LOVE being prof. I'm currently able to be home more with LB and do adjunct/part time work. It's still, by far, the best job EVER. I think he's going to love it.
I was going to say, "oooh, now you won't be in Seattle?" but then I realized that I only know you through the internet, and hey! They have internet in Deleware! :-)
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