A Plan

For the past two months, we've been in limbo. Where are we going to live? Where are we going to work? What are we going to do? What's the next step? I've written previously about how thrilling, yet terrifying, this situation is.

February marks the tenth month we've been living out of suitcases. Since ending our time in DC and Amman, we've been zipping back and forth between family in California, Colorado, and Utah. It's been so fun and we've really enjoyed having extended time with loved ones, but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't getting old. We're both very independent--bumming around has started to grate on us.

Countless people have asked what our plans are, and we've truly had no answer for them. Fishing around for responses was awkward and embarrassing at first, but we're so used to it by this point that "We're homeless and unemployed college grads living at home with mom/dad/grandma/grandpa!" doesn't carry the sting that it once did. (We're so lucky that both our families can do that for us--the thought of collecting unemployment checks or living off the government in any way never even crossed our minds.)

Our goal was to have all this wrapped up by Valentine's Day, but February 14th came and went. We knew that a month-and-a-half was a tight deadline, so we didn't beat ourselves up too much over it.

Six days later: We have a plan. Brock got an official offer of employment from Goldman Sachs this morning and--provided that he passes his background check--it looks like we'll be moving out to Salt Lake City in the next couple weeks.

I would say that Brock's success in the job hunt is a result of eight months of his selfless support of my personal and academic endeavors, but viewing it as a reward seems to take away from how hard he's worked to earn it. In any case, it is a blessing and we are thankful. God is good. The position at Goldman is perfectly tailored to Brock's interests and strengths, and the fact that we're relatively close to family, friends, and mountains is icing on the cake. (Sorry Ryan and Tiffany--we tried to make DC work! Maybe someday.)

Brock, congratulations. Although this job is great, it does not define you. I love you just as much now as I did yesterday (more, actually, but GS had nothing to do with it). You're a good man, a great lover (IN THE DEVOTION SENSE OF THE WORD--but yeah, I meant it the other way, too), a college grad, a supportive husband, and sometimes you're kind of  funny.

Oh, and you have Disney-prince hair.

What more could a girl ask for?

P.S. If you could avoid insider trading, that would be great. Wouldn't bode well for my political prospects if I was married to Rajat Gupta 2.0. Peace and bah-lessinnnnnngss.