Since my husband separated from the Air Force (a decision he felt strongly called to do), unemployment and us have gotten pretty tight. We’re like friends … without benefits.
Those of you that have really been hanging around here for awhile might recall that Husband spent a year and a half unemployed when we returned to our hometown. Then he worked for several months in a row before being unemployed for the summer of 2011. And, thankfully, he’s been working a part-time job since the fall, which keeps us floating safely, if not wealthily.
Despite our continuous flirting with unemployment, we’ve always found ourselves provided for. We’ve never wanted for even a week. We’ve been very much supported by family and friends to keep a roof over our head and gas in our Durango (not that they’ve necessarily directly given us the green stuff, but have opened their homes to us, etc).
So, there’s a part of me that’s not nervous about moving to Canada at all, jobless or not. I just want to swing my guitar around like Maria and sing about what I have confidence in and stuff.
And I do. I may not have a bowl cut or a burlap dress, but I have confidence.
I have confidence that we will find a job in Canada, despite all the hurdles that potentially stand in our way with schedules and visas and whatnot. I have confidence that something will materialize to help pay the rent for the house that God has miraculously put in our path. I have confidence that we’re not going to starve to death or have to start using that guitar to sing on the streets (though that might actually be kind of fun … )
I don’t have answers. But I have confidence.
Ahem. But if you happened to have answers, please feel free to share. ;)