Our trip to Birmingham was just wonderful – we saw many old friends; ate lots of good food & blew my diet; shopped; saw the Warhol & Cars exhibit at the Birmingham Museum of Art; drank amazing coffee at Urban Standard; visited the recently opened Avondale Brewery and got a sneak taste of a new and extremely delicious brew; took two hikes; threw a surprise party; I sat for a quick boudoir shoot; drank too much cheap white wine; hugged babies; and, finally, visited the spot of one of our very first dates.
Mr. Husband and I feel so at-home in Birmingham. I miss the city’s vibe, the good food, the long hot summers, and, most importantly, all the good people we left behind. I talk a lot about wanting to go back to Alabama and Mr. Husband constantly points out that the only city he could really work in is Huntsville – my boring hometown. Some days moving to Huntsville seems like an ok idea and other days it seems like the last place on earth I would want to live.
This weekend, while surrounded by wonderful people, Mr. Husband said he would like to move to Birmingham and commute to Huntsville to work. My heart sang. The commute is long, but honestly, not all that worse than my 45 minute commute down Hwy. 280 when I lived there. There is also a good chance he could arrange to work remotely two days a week, too. During our sad drive home last night he was intently surfing on his iPhone. “What are you reading about?” I asked, fully expecting him to launch into some mind-numbing discussion about math.
“Homes in Birmingham,” he said. My eyes started to burn.
“You mean you are seriously considering doing this? You would really commute to Huntsville and take an industry job so we can go back?”
“Yes. I miss our friends. I miss the city.”
We then discussed what I could do in Birmingham to A. be happy and B. contribute financially. I know I want to help women, specifically women dealing with infertility. Initially I had hoped to go to acupuncture school, but am starting to think that dropping 50k on a degree alone is not the best idea, especially when you have already blown 16k on failed infertility treatment!
I proposed to Mr. Husband that I could start a personal training business working with pre and post-natal women and women struggling with infertility, specifically those women with PCOS and facing a challenging weight loss battle. For me, exercise is one of the few ways I can manage the mental anguish that accompanies infertility. I feel strong and in control of my body when I’m essentially powerless over my reproductive system and hormones. I want to help other women feel this way. And then I want to help them stay fit during pregnancy and later “take back their pants” post-delivery.
We talked about the cost of getting certified to do this and the cost of starting a business in Birmingham. By the end of the discussion Mr. Husband was fully behind me, saying he believes I would be happy in this line of work and that I would finally have found a job that “keeps me moving and feeling productive.”
I have no idea if this pipe dream will actually work out, but it gives me a sense of hope for the first time in a long, long while. Living child-free is a lot less daunting when you are doing meaningful work while surrounded by people you love and who love you back. I don’t want to lose sight of this hope and this potential so today I put on my big girl pants and emailed a school in Richmond about their degree offerings. I also put together a task list to help Mr. Husband prepare for and launch an Alabama job hunt. I’m so ready for this I can taste it.