At 1:47 p.m. I checked Todd's inbox to find *the package*.
I literally cannot put into words what I'm feeling right now.
For what feels like forever, I've struggled with not being in control ... with the waiting ... with the wondering and all-consuming anxiety.
Now that we're on the other side of this thing .... now that the ball is in our court, I feel a huge sense of relief.
On the other hand, I feel another surge of anxiety welling up inside.
Now that we know what their initial offer is, it's time for us to sit down, fasten the seatbelts and start to whittle away what is really important to us ... what we want to negotiate and what we are willing to accept.
How do you possibly know what to ask for, if you've never been to this unknown place?
How do you know what "corporate apartment" LOOKS like?
How do you know if one trip home a year will be enough for this family who has lived away from our immediately blood family most of our lives as Hattaways?
Seriously? How are we supposed to know?
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With this email comes an amazing wave of calm. A beautiful sense of knowing that should we figure this out, where it benefits our family ... this will be an amazing journey.
It also comes with a knowing feeling that it will also be ok should we end up not going.
THIS feeling is so much more enjoyable than the topsy turviness of the last 9 days of panic-stricken minutes and feeling pent up.
Written on Friday afternoon, February 27th.
