Furloughed a year...

So Greg has been furloughed almost an entire year now. It was September of 2008 when he first got furloughed. This weekend he heard some "good news" that Continental is not going to furlough more pilots (well, probably not), and due to work rule changes that are expected to happen, he may get called back in or around March. He was VERY excited by all this news. It really just served to piss me off. Not that I want bad news like more furloughs or no possibility of getting called back, but I just worry that this gives him a lot of false hope to latch on to.
I was just saying to a friend the other day that to me the airlines are like this friend that wronged me. I'm just not too excited to go running back to them after what they put us through. I don't think I'll ever feel like I can get comfortable that our lives will be very stable ever as long as Greg is a pilot. The industry is so unstable and unpredictable. I do want him to fly again. I know he loves it. I just don't want to get all excited about it. Plus, nothing happens on the time line they predict. Just like the government. I don't think we should assume anything until the day he actually gets the call saying he's called back.
I also just worry that this will cause him to become lazy/laxed about really looking for another job, since he sees a so-called light at the end of the tunnel now. I think we still need to plan for the call-back not happening just in case.

New Hampshire

I just got back from New Hampshire last night. It's my home state. I lived there 20 years before I transferred to Ohio State from UNH. I'd say that was the most major crossroad in my life. I look back on that decision and know that it changed my life forever. At the time, I realized that I was on a path to finish college in NH and would probably end up living there forever, which seemed like it would really limit my options. I saw a chance to get out and see more of the world (or at least the country), and make my own way in the world, and wanted to take it. The thing is, I didn't realize it would mean that I would probably never come back. I like my life for the most part, but I know that a big part of me feels like that is where I really belong. There's something different about people in New England. There's something special about the seasons, and seeing the mountains in the back drop every day. There's a feeling of safety and outdoorsiness. I just love the way I feel when I'm there. It just feels like home to me.
I went to see my childhood friends. One is married with a 2 year old (Jen) and the other (Alyshia) was having a baby shower because she's 8 months pregnant.


I also saw a few other friends I grew up with at the shower and two of Jen's siblings. It was a great weekend. I love going up there but it makes me very sad at the same time.

I miss NH. I always say that I left a piece of myself everywhere I've lived. A piece of my heart. I left a big piece in NH. I don't want to move much more in my life because it hurts to leave somewhere you've become attached to. It breaks your heart a little, like a relationship ends.