Remember how I had to go see a counselor/therapist/shrink in order to get a note excusing me from the "no dogs" rule at our apartment?
Well, not only did I get a letter for that, I actually learned something about myself in that hour. I'm a bit of a control freak. When I can't control my surroundings, I get really stressed out and have little anxiety attacks (chest pain). It's been okay the last month or so since we moved and have put a pause on our house hunting. Even though we moved and all that, it was less stressful than having a maybe-house situation.
But now I am a little worried that things are starting to get a little shakey again. You see, Michael will be interviewing for a different county Sheriff's Department in a couple of weeks. We have been on hold with Orange County for about a year now, but since OC has so much debt, they haven't put anyone through the academy in that long. We are tired of waiting. We want to move on with our lives. Therefore, he is interviewing and trying to go to a different county.
There will be an academy in August, but we don't know if things could move that quickly. There might also be another one before the end of the year. This is great news...however we want to get a house, and in order to qualify for a loan, one of us needs to have worked somewhere for a solid year at least. That means that we might have to try to get a house before he quits OC and moves on. It shouldn't actually be that hard if we don't go for short sales anymore like we have been. But, we are worried about getting a house and taking the risk that if he gets injured or fails some tests during his academy he would be fired. A house without a job equals no bueno. I was telling him that if worse comes to worst, we could always rent out the house until we figure out a solution. This, of course, is all IF he gets into the department and IF we get a house. But I have a feeling things will be moving along soon. We will probably start looking for a house our there anyway really soon because even if he doesn't get the job out there, we need a house and he is willing to commute to OC. I, however, would not be commuting two counties over to come to work in LA.
Sheesh, big things are about to happen! When did I become an adult with these huge decisions to make?