I knew this day was coming but I didn’t know it would bother me so much.
I had a professional meeting today and it was uncharacteristically positive and productive. I was discussing the future and vision of my subject and it was . . . how else to explain it?? Amazing. Finally, someone else seems to see the big picture and acknowledge my ideas as valid and useful and in the best interests of students. The idea that I could be a part of the solution and not the problem and discussing the possibilities with someone who my mother-in-law would affectionately refer to as a “BIG, Big-Wig!” I prattled on and on about improvements over the past few years and looking toward the next few to help build this Camelot-esque community. I could see myself being a resident of that very office someday (or frankly a better one with a better view and I would talk to little people like me about big plans for the future . . .
It didn’t hit me until I signed on to a few sites to check on the status of my applications and security clearances. I may not be here to see any of that happen. The sorrow washed over me and and I had to physically catch my breath. I, or rather my husband and I, have committed ourselves to moving back home. Of course this never came up in conversation because . . . well . . . I forgot for a few minutes. I was blinded by the light or science or something.
We were never leaving to get away from this city – just to get back to our city – Pittsburgh. He would be starting a new job in the same field but I would really be starting over professionally. Will giving up the professional successes I’ve had be worth the personal comfort and joy I hoped to gain by going home?
So, I still heart PGH, but I’m torn . . .
Wanting to wake up in wine country ready to get to some serious tasting, me and the almost-husband (AH) decided to head down to the Laurel Highlands after work on Friday. With our reservation confirmed at the gloriously historic Summit Inn Resort and armed with the news that the dining room closed at 9pm, we planned to hit the road by 7. This gave me enough time to properly pack. For a weekend devoted to wine tasting I reasoned I really only needed five things: sundresses, sunglasses, sunhat, and sunscreen. Oh, and a swimsuit for the indoor and outdoor pools and jacuzzi at the Summit. Fortunately, I decided to throw in some jeans and a sweater at the last minute because sadly the weather did not cooperate with my packing plan. Leaving by 7 allowed me to attend my Friday workout class to prepare for a weekend devoted mostly to eating and drinking.
I prefer the dry whites
As with many Pittsburghers, I fled the city for the weekend in the hopes that when I returned I would find the city free of riot police and jersey barriers and navel-gazing news coverage. I may not have much trouble crossing a river to get to another neighborhood but I do rarely make it beyond the City Limits. I need to be reminded of the rich amenities and recreation just beyond. So how about a trip through wine country? And no, I did not fly to Napa or visit the Finger Lakes region. This weekend I was tipsily traipsing through the Southwest Passage Wine Trail and blissing out in one of Western PA’s greatest assets, the Laurel Highlands. The region (through the PA Winery Association) is working on highlighting the wineries as a great asset to grow the tourism industry and as part of that initiative invited IheartPgh to visit, all expenses paid! Interested in purchasing wine for my upcoming nuptials I quickly signed on to report from the grape-soaked trenches.
Here is a link to the Google map I made of the wineries and restaurants I visited, which I’ll be writing about throughout the week!
View Southwest Passage Wine Trail in a larger map
July, 2009 – About 4 months ago, my husband asked me to update his resume and cover letter. After being assured that he was not being laid off (ALLEGEDLY!) I agreed. NOTE: Remember in The Full Monty when Tom Wilkinson was laid off but he kept getting dressed and leaving for work as if nothing happened so he would not disappoint his wife? It could happen . . . you never know.
Anyhoo, I said, “Sure, I’d be happy to do that.” After all, it was just the busiest time of year at my job AND 15 years since I wrote his first and only resume for the first and only job he has ever had post college. I also have no earthly idea what he actually DOES all day except ignore the well worded, and might I say, HILARIOUS emails write to him during the day. I mean I know what his degree is in and I know what his job title is but beyond that – actually, I most likely just said ”OK, I’ll be off of crack, I mean, Facebook in a second.”
I’m starting on that resume today.
UPDATE: This part of the story was written about 2 months ago when we decided to move back to Pittsburgh. About 2 days later, he was offered a job WITHOUT a resume or interview or job search. I don’t want to jinx it but if it all works out it will be perfect for moving home.
I, on the other hand, am right in the middle of all of trying to jump through all of the hoops necessary to even submit an application for a teaching job in PA. Don’t get me wrong – I think any and all screenings necessary for students to be safe are completely warranted in this day and age.
Add to that, the question of when to send an application for next school year – is it too late? too early? Will they really keep it on file for a year or will it get lost among the zillions of apps they get every month?? How do I even choose the right districts when I haven’t lived there in so long??
It all just makes me anxious to know that there is only so much I can do while still living in exile. Maybe I’ll check out some updates on Facebook to relax for a minute . . .
SUNDAY OCT 4TH, 2009 – SUNDAE MARKET
Sundae market is a flea market on the Schenley Plaza lawn that showcases local artists, young designers, and people who just cleaned out their garage. So forget Craigslist, and stop bidding on eBay, come to Schenley Plaza and have some human interaction with sellers, or customers.
Spaces are FREE if you bring your own tables, or tables are available for
rent. visit the website for more info: http://sundaemarket.com
Everything kicks off at 12pm and goes to 5pm.
Musical tunes provided by: OLIE 6.0 FM
Once again it will provide an opportunity for Pittsburgh’s creative to sell their work as well as a chance for patrons to update their art collections and closets with original pieces from vendors of this city’s extraordinary homegrown talent.
You can find Schenley Plaza at 4000 Forbes Avenue