We are moving this summer, to a lovely little mountain town in Virginia.* It's very close to P's mother, in fact; she and I have a kind of aunt-like friendship that is in fine form. It's only two hours from my parents and sister. It's close to a number of wonderful parks. We can probably rent a house from Mountain U. for a year.
Once we move there, I'll probably manage to be delighted. Right now, however, not so much.
First, it's a one-year job, and Dr. S can interview again for their TT job. Normally this is a sucker bet, but this place has actually hired two one-year-faculty in recent years, and the next college over, Old South U., is also hiring for the same thing next year. Having the teaching experience will help Dr. S when he applies for jobs ALL OVER AGAIN, even if Mountain U. doesn't hire him, which, let's be honest, I wouldn't bet more than a dollar on.***
And then there's moving. Selling a house. Cleaning and packing up a house full of small children. Money (the one-year salary is crap). Moving again. It's a small town; can I find a job? (Quick survey says: ha, ha.)
Anyhow, it's what we're doing, so I'd best learn to be happy about it.
* Formerly known for possessing a famous stuffed horse. I'm told it's since been buried.
** MU and OSU both ran failed searches. Mountain U. was looking for an analytical chemist - everyone pause for a hearty laugh here!- and the results were- I quote - "so depressing we didn't even make anyone an offer." They have since revised the criteria to reflect REALITY. Also, two of the faculty in Mountain U.'s department actually called the dean to see if they could keep Dr. S, so I think they're serious about the intent. The practice remains, as ever, uncertain.
*** I am the most pessimistic of all the world's natural pessimists.