Jeff spent about 3 years in Alaska when his dad was stationed there. He has great memories of that time, about leaving home in the morning with his fishing pole and some aluminum foil (for cooking his fish for lunch), and Blue Bell, the moose who hung out near his school. He then selected Alaska for our honeymoon (we had the agreement that if I planned the wedding, he would plan the honeymoon - it was a very good agreement).
We both really enjoyed those 2 weeks in Alaska, and Jeff had been talking about wanting to live there, I so I did the math, and said that if we weren't there within 5 years, that would be a great time to make the move.
You see, I'm a planner. And I was looking at everything from housing market to debt to how old we would be at that time. It just so happened that the perfect job for Jeff wasn't something I could foresee.
On May 17th, I was at work, on a Saturday, and I got a text from Jeff.
He just sounded so happy and excited when talking about the job, I thought, what's the harm?
So he applied.
And then he had a phone interview. And a second phone interview. In which they asked him to come up for a visit and bring his wife.
We arrived in Alaska on June 14, and in Glennallen on June 15. He interviewed on June 16 & 17, and on June 17 he was offered the job.
With all of the stress we've both been experiencing at work, and the desire to live somewhere other than where we were, along with a lot of other variables, this was the right opportunity for us.
I'm sure it will all be worth it in the end.
Wish us luck!