I woke up this morning feeling pretty hung over. I didn't think I drank that much at the wedding last night, so I'm not sure if I felt so tired from that, or because I didn't get much sleep. I was home early enough and pretty much went to bed, but Petar started to make some noise at about three a.m. I got up to ready some food for both boys, but I checked on them and they were both sound asleep. I tried to go back to bed, but I couldn't. I finally fell asleep again about an hour before Rose had to be taken to the air port.
Rose is on her way to San Luis Obispo, CA for a job interview that could net her a very cool job in a very cool city. But, as I wrote before, it's so far away. I would be really, really happy for her if she got this job, but I'm a little worried as she was so rushed to get her presentations together. When they called to schedule the interview, there were several dates available, all the way out to December. Then, almost before she had a chance to talk it over with me, they emailed and said this week was the only date left. The good thing is that she now has an idea of how many candidates she's up against (as many as there were dates, apparently). The bad is that she was really rushed. I really, really hope it goes well. It would be nice to have a choice of where we want to go.
As for me, lately I've been considering trying to open my own shop here in town. Several weeks ago, a rumor started that a long-established shop here was up for sale. Of course that rumor proved false, but it stirred a lot of excitement among those in my social network. Many were interested and many thought I would be, too. And I was. But as I said, the rumor proved false, and trying to start a completely new shop in a town that already has too many seemed like a bad idea. Especially considering we won't have a secondary income here after the new year. I have been considering it though, and working on a business plan. I think it will mostly be an exercise in business plan writing, though.
The more I mulled this over, the more it seemed to me like something I was pursuing on a whim. And one that was not even my own. The thought of opening a bike shop here had never crossed my mind when we started planning to move from California. For one, it takes a lot of time and effort, and with two brand new baby boys, I don't have much desire to put in 60-hour work weeks for five years. I want to see them grow and spend time with them. Two, we had a pretty good idea that this move wouldn't result in permanent settlement. We figured all along we'd be moving on.
I guess what we hadn't anticipated was wanting to stay so badly. It really has been unbelievable here in A-town. A lot has changed since we left nearly 10 years ago, and it's for the better. It seems that most of the people I talk to who left for a significant amount of time and came back really enjoy being here the second time around. Part of me wants to go on another adventure, and maybe if Rose get the job in SLO, I'll be raring to go. But Georgia doesn't seems more like a venture than an adventure, and I'm not sure I want to go there.
