The Path Takes Another Turn
Charlottesville is out. :(
We found that out last night during dinner.
My daughter woke up this morning and said that she wouldn't mind going to Germany if fate takes us there.
So now we know that Dad has put in for jobs in Kaiserslautern, and Heidelberg.Also a much coveted position in his field is supposedly opening in Garmisch-Partenkirchen later this year.Just a few days before , this would have provided us with alot of trepidation.
Last year after our vacation in Germany , she decided she didn't want to live there anymore.
Since we hitched our wagon up to my parents after Tom died 3 years ago , we have done alot of learning and compromising.
We are in the midst of great change here again I think.
Steff's school money ran out ( actually 2 months early ,but if I look for it-they'll ask if she's in school and she isn't until the 30th of August plus it's not 9 credits this semester), she's on her last semester for awhile and she is getting her driver's license .
She is also looking for her first job later this year.
If we move to Germany , we will both have to work on base ( 20 hours a week) to get an ID card.
We are too old to be classified as my Dad's dependent's and receive any base benefits.
I am currently still in school trying to finish my Associates Degree in Art,that I stopped working on back 20 years ago.
I haven't worked since Tom's murder.
Initially we moved every few months during all the confusion , my Dad's assignment to NASA and then finally settling in here 2 years ago.
I don't have to work , which is something Tom did for me in the event of his death .
So I have been able to concentrate on healing from his violent death by immersing myself in school, and the arts.
Right now I am working on a children's story and am writing poetry every week.
My poetry was a big hit at my college's creative writing course.
I was published in the lit magazine.
That was quite a thrill.
Very surprising too.
I never thought I had non-rhymin g verse in me.
Now we wait for the direction that the wind is going to blow us.
I am use to this dance, but the waiting is always torture .