Sometimes the strangest things happen: I opened up our little local paper and there was a job ad that was almost (not quite, but almost) perfect for M. You probably don’t realise how unusual this is… we live in a very rural area… the local paper is very small, very local, very home-grown. And the “Situations Vacant” section is pretty sparse, to say the least. There just isn’t much employment around here.
So to open the paper and see that ad really stopped me in my tracks.
And here’s what really jumped out at me: it pays more money! Oooh, I instantly got excited about that. As rare as it is to see decent jobs offered around here, it’s even more rare to see decent salaries. Now, in the cold light of day, I realise the amount they’re offering still not enough for us to live on alone, and it certainly wouldn’t be enough lift us out of our current situation of not being able to afford to buy a house or even rent one that’s big enough for us. But — oh! — it gave me such hope! Just for a moment, I thought, “There it is! We don’t have to go!”
We do have to go. It doesn’t pay enough. But the fact that it pays more comforts me somehow — as though if I kept looking, I’d eventually find one that pays enough. And I told M that I still wanted him to apply for it, so that if the US trips results in no job offers, he still has a possibility here to look forward to: a little more money and, from the sounds of the ad, a little less driving. It may not be everything we need, but a bit of hope can work wonders on its own.