Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

Excuse the corny David Bowie title.  It was what I was thinking of at the time.

So.  Things will be changing in our lives.  Hopefully for the better.  These changes will start in November, when my husband defends his thesis.  It will continue into December, when he graduates with a PhD.  Deity-of-your-choice willing, he will have a job lined up by then that will hopefully pay more.

I know that this is more about him, and how hard he has worked, but I really can't help but be a bit terrified by it all.  I keep thinking of the "what-ifs".  What if he can't find a job?  What if we have to move?  It is pretty overwhelming.  I feel like we shouldn't even be worrying about this stuff so late in life, but I guess we have to.

I don't mind if we have to move.  I know it would be hard to uproot our son, but he's pretty resilient.  I'm just hoping that if we do move, it will be somewhat closer to my friends.  It sounds selfish, but I have a hard time making friends, and I don't want to be too far away from the ones I have.  My husband and son are much more outgoing and engaging than I am, so there would be no problem with them developing new friendships.

I think the thing that really scares me is actually finding jobs for my husband.  His PhD is in cancer biology, so things should be a snap, right?  That's a big thing nowadays, what with that bastard crap spreading all over.  He is looking at quite a few Postdoctoral research jobs.  He even has an interview in November (which I hope pans out).  It is still worrying, though.  You don't know what will happen, and I really hate the uncertainty of it all.

All I really want is for him to be happy.  Job security would be nice, too.  And health insurance.  If that happens here or a thousand miles from here, so be it.  We will go where he does.  Even if it is to New York or Texas or Colorado or North Carolina.  We will go.