The story of our adventure

A friend of mine pointed out that I didn't really share on here why we decided to pack up and move across the world, so I thought I'd do that.

This last year, it became apparent that we needed a change. One of Roger's new coworkers was a career international teacher and on their lunch break they would chat about all his adventures. He told Roger a few places he could look for an international job. I wasn't thinking quite that big of a change, but thought it couldn't hurt to dream a little. Those jobs sounded pretty exotic and attractive in the middle of a Quincy winter.

When we had first gotten married, Roger had applied for a job with the Department of Defense, thinking it would be neat to travel around the world teaching. Back then, he was a social studies teacher and those weren't really in demand. Anywhere. Got a job in Quincy, been here ever since. But that international job thing has always been in the back of our minds.

Now Roger is mid-level math and science endorsed, has his mid-level science teaching National Boards and his Master's degree in science teaching- should graduate in August. He is a lot hotter of a commodity than one of those dime a dozen history teachers he used to be.

He started looking around and felt drawn to a specific school in Bahrain. He told me he felt like he had when he saw the job posting for Quincy. That he just knew that was the spot.

When he first told me, my reaction was "Where? Why? Are you sure?" because the Arab Spring protests were happening then. But I know Roger has a great track record when it comes to inspiration, like moving to Quincy and buying our house. So I decided to be a good wife and get on board. I prayed about it, helped him proof his resume and he applied for the open middle school science job.

And then months went by and nothing happened. He was offered a job at another international school in Morocco, but turned it down. Then he got a phone call to set up an interview. The next day he interviewed. The day after that they offered him the job. He accepted and told me to get ready to move across the world.

Since then, it has been a whirlwind, but everything has fallen right into place. I know that this is meant to happen for our family. Otherwise I would be a big ball of panic! Even when things are at their craziest, when I stop to think about what we are actually going to do, there is a peaceful "it will all work out" feeling deep inside. A tender mercy. Because while I like to think I am pretty brave and adventurous, there is no way I am this brave and adventurous on my own!