The strange feeling of peace I got the morning I got the invitation to interview in Indiana.
That my divorce case file begins with the letters "IND."
That the night before my interview, my "nephew" Wesley hugged my legs and said "I want to keep you here forever!"
That the evening following my interview, I wandered into a downtown boutique and heard the music of Capercaille playing on the store's sound system--Capercaille, a rather obscure musical band that I had never before heard of before moving to Indiana.
That the next morning (a day or so after Groundhogs Day), I was scrolling through my Facebook feed, and came across this gem:
I couldn't let myself hope too much, but oh--that picture was uncanny.
And prescient, as it turns out...because I received a phone call this last Friday, with a job offer.
I'm going home. And golly, I hope this time, it's for good.
