In short: it looks like we’re going to be moving away from Utah next summer.
For a long time, Brian’s advisor at ARUP has wanted to hire him as soon as his residency was over. We thought this was great. But when said advisor went to the higher-ups to move things forward, he learned that his department wasn’t going to get any more money.
Ditto for any of the other positions Brian might hold at ARUP. Shame on us for thinking this was a sure thing, I suppose, but I’m pretty torn up about it.
All of our family is here in Utah, and I love, love our house and neighborhood. The house has been in Brian’s family since it was built, and if we move, it’ll be sold off.
To say I’ve been upset has been an understatement. I’ve been blubbering quite a bit, and so stressed out and worried that I broke out in a case of hives.
HIVES. All over my FACE and ARMS.
Okay, that’s enough for now. If I keep writing about this, I’ll start crying again. And the skin on my cheeks has had enough abuse for one week.