Colorado Bound

Sometime in the Spring, Rick's boss, Paul, called him with some information. Paul told him that the Recruiting Manager in Denver was planning a retirement. Paul told Rick to dust off his resume and send it to him to review before officially applying.

The fact that Paul was also the hiring manager for this position gave us a very strong impression that Rick was going to get this job. The opportunity was a good one too. The position would require Rick to manage all the recruiters in Montana, Wyoming, Colorado, Kansas and Nebraska. This was just the type of position Rick has been dreaming of.

Since we had only moved into our house a couple years ago, there is still some decorating that hadn't been completed yet. To top it off, our yard was a mess, the closets needed some major decluttering, and there was dust on the blinds an inch thick.

Since the real estate market in our area is not doing well, we knew our house needed to be pristine, so we began working on projects to make our house shine that we wouldn't regret if Rick didn't end up getting the job.

We painted. We hung pictures. I made pillows. We painted some more. We cleaned, and cleaned, and cleaned. We accessorized the bedrooms.

We jazzed up the yard with new bark, new sod, a fence, an arbor, and a sweet deck.

Of course we didn't do this alone. We are blessed with many amazing friends, family and neighbors who kindly sacrificed their time for us. We would have never done it without them.

Rick had interview, after interview, after interview. I believe it was 4 total. He finally got an offer and we had to act fast. Once the offer was made, he was in Denver within days. Starting at the end of June he wad dividing his time between Seattle and Denver. By the first week of July our house was on the market. By the end of July, he was in Denver permanently and only home on the weekends.

Although it has been one of the largest trials of my life, time and time again, it has been proven to me that we are supposed to do this. Things are falling into place and small miracles continue to happen.

The first day our house was on the market we had a viewing. Less than two weeks later we had an offer from this family. It took another few weeks to reach mutual acceptance. But I still haven't reached personal acceptance.

There are a lot of things I'm still working on accepting. The hardest thing is coming to terms with the idea that we will moving from the state that we grew up in and always lived in except for college. We will be taking our girls away from their cousins and grandparents that they love dearly. We will be leaving our best friends. We will be losing an amazing ward. We will be giving up our house that was practically perfect in every way. Don't even get me started on the difference between the purchase price of our house 2.5 years ago compared to the sales price. Ouch.

Although the list of reasons why I don't want to leave is long, there is one thing on the list of reason's why we should go that trumps the rest. We know we should go without a doubt. That is the one thing I can't deny. So we are pushing forward, trying to keep the faith, but boy is it hard.