Josh got laid off last week. He got two months notice and they've promised three months severance, so as far as layoffs go, this one is pretty ideal. But still. Laid off.
And yet, I am thankful. I am thankful that I finally know--for the first time in many, many years--that we'll be ok. No matter what.
I mean, we have a plan. When the recession started toward the end of last year, I called Josh on the cellie one night while we were both driving home, and we came up with a plan. What will we do if you lose your job? If I do? Then I came home & wrote it down. I am prone to panic, so every few weeks I would open up that doomsday spreadsheet and soothe myself with the numbers. We have a plan.
So when Josh called with the news, I knew we'd be ok. Even if the unthinkable happens and he's out of work for a year, we'll be ok. Even if the really, really unthinkable happens and he's out of work for two years. Or five years. Or forever. We'll be ok. Because no matter how much I love this house, this neighborhood, our little life here, it's not what makes us a family. It's not what makes us happy. We can always pick up and take every single important thing with us. To a smaller house. An apartment. Hell, our parents' house, if need be. Because we are the only important thing. Us three. And we are portable.