While I do not consider myself old by any means (although my body attempts to convince me that I am every day) I am at a point in life that I can look back and reflect on events of my past with a sort of quiet respect. I am now old enough to see my children reaching adulthood and making their own decisions, I am old enough to feel my role as a woman changing and I am old enough to see how particular events in history are seemingly repeating themselves.
This week began with Charles and I taking a new turn in our lives. Monday he began the first week of engineer class with the railroad and will soon be leaving for Salt Lake City, Utah for a 2 week intensive process of studying, learning and testing. I honestly have no worries that he will do fantastic as he truly is putting all his being into it. Each night he has come home to sit at the table for hours after we all go to bed pouring over what must be the absolute largest binder I have ever seen.
All of this sounds great and dandy until he let a bombshell drop on me about 2 weeks ago. For the first time in our 8 years together he revealed that he has a plan. I know, I know! Charles? A plan you ask? Yes, he has a plan. Here I have been just going along with life thinking we have now bought a house and we would work, live and die here in San Antonio, but no somewhere along the way he has either changed the plans or neglected to tell me he had them all along.
It seems that Mr. Charles secretive Jones has plans to continue moving up the ladder and going into management which according to him involves moving somewhere like Utah. UTAH I ask?? Yea, they have snow and I mean lots and lots of snow EVERY YEAR! Oh boy!~ He attempted to comfort me by explaining it would be after the kids complete high school. That is only 7 years away!
Oh well, I sigh. I love this man with all my heart. Would I really stop him from reaching his dreams? No. I will follow him and love him and support him unconditionally. Just as he does for me.
Maybe we won't go to Utah after all but some really cool place like Florida or something. I suppose I will have to just take the advice of those wiser and older than me. Let's just cross that bridge when we come to it. I mean if my great grandfather can survive the adventure of crossing the Oklahoma plains in the back of a covered wagon who am I to worry about a little snow?
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Hello one and all! If this is your first time visiting the ole' Jonesie then please let me explain a little. I write on a variety of topics. (basically whatever may pop into my head or even whatever rant I have for the day.) Some things are a little out there, I admit. But honestly, I have spent so much of my life worrying about what others think that when I finally released myself from the "rules and roles of society" I really began to find myself. So, my request is that you read more than just one post before you decide. I promise somewhere along the way I am sure you will say what so many others have said at one time or another: Jonesie, you simply say what others only think in their heads!