I know most of you are going to laugh at me for this, but I really thought I was past making those big life choices. At 23! I know. I am laughing too.
But seriously, I chose what to study, I made the leap and got married, I moved to Jhb for the job, and thought that I had everything sorted. But then, life intervenes, and everything gets turned on its head.
Hubby resigned this morning. We thought it through and have decided that this is the best way forward, but it's still hectic. See, my parents, being the uber-cool and ultra-generous (although sometimes anal) people that they are, recognised that he's never had the opportunity to study. So they said they would give us part of our inheritance now so that he can better himself and move up in the world. Their logic is that they'd like to see us put the money to good use and not wait until they die (horrid thought), when we may not need the money anyway.
I think that's really awesome of them. On the other hand, it's a BIG step for hubby to give up his role of provider (which he takes very seriously) and depend on my folks. It's also a scary thing for me to suddenly be the main breadwinner in the family. Plus, I have to admit that I miss studying and will be a bit jealous. *Sigh*
It also makes life very difficult to predict - what if we decide to have kids in the next two years? Unlikely, but hey, anything's possible. Or so they say. It also means that I need to stay put in my job to keep the money coming in. Hmmm.
I guess my fear is just about being trapped - not being able to make the decisions that will affect my life. Then again, we've survived a lot together - an eating disorder, depression, me studying, him losing his job, moving house three times, moving to a new province, and countless other mini-crises. We'll be fine. I know that. I just wish I could FEEL that.
Sorry, I promise to be more upbeat in my next post. Here's a funny for those of you that were expecting a smile.
