So for those who don’t know, here’s the situation: My work contract here in Washington runs out December 31. Mary’s already in Michigan working and taking grad school classes. We most likely will close on a new house in Michigan by the end of October (just locked in our interest rate at 4.5%, huzzah!). I’m renting a room month-to-month with two of the dogs. Since I’ve been keeping an eye on jobs in Michigan for the past eighteen months or so, nothing at all has come up similar to what I’m doing now (as far as I can tell the state of Michigan is going out of business). I suspect I could go back to a social work job without too much hassle, but that social work job probably would pay less than what I’d get from unemployment starting in January. So, unfortunately, logic says keep working here for a couple more months until I get canned. At which point I’ll either have a long paid vacation (apparently up to 59 weeks right now) or a short paid vacation followed by a new job.
A problem I run into with that scenario though is that I’m kicked to the curb in the dead of winter, resulting in a January cross-country drive with a car-load of stuff, two dogs, and $40 Wal-Mart tires on my car. I’ll be honest; I sure like being alive and I really don’t want to make that drive. I mean, yeah, it might turn out to be a bright blue-skied crisp January day across the entire country, but the last time I crossed (white-knuckled) through the Rockies in inclement weather I vowed never to do it again (see below).
So, the only way around this that I’ve come up with is to drive back to Michigan early (before the snow is flying), drop off my car, dogs, and worldly possessions, then fly back to Washington, work for a couple months, and fly back to Michigan at the end of the year. Running shoes and city bus for transportation I suppose. So there may be a brief October homecoming coming up here.