Vertigo: a sensation of whirling and loss of balance, associated particularly with looking down from a great height

These last few months have been dizzying. Disorienting. Confusing. We were so sure we were moving to Ghana.

And then we weren’t.

A year’s worth of exhausting work evaporated overnight. 

We found ourselves living a life that had been rearranged to accommodate moving to Ghana, not what we wanted or could even tolerate long-term.

I had left my teaching job. Ken had only been able to find employment at Chick Fil A. We have no friends in our town. Our church is an hour away. I work long hours, 7 days a week. I have no paid time off. We have no one locally to call on if the kids need picked up from school, if Ken and I need to travel, or if we just need a helping hand. The remnants of the life that we intended were impossible to put back together again. Life was not sustainable. There was nothing to hold on to in order to make the spinning stop.

And then we were asked to consider moving to Oregon.

My parents and brother’s family live in Oregon. I went to high school there. But the logistics of a cross country move are daunting. We live in a slow real estate market. Our house was for sale for over a year before we bought it. Changing medical jobs is really hard, especially when the job market is a mystery. I have a horrific out clause with my job. Moving across country is prohibitively expensive. The vertigo increased.

But what if?

So we started walking through doors. Waiting. Expecting them to close.

Ken got a great job at my parents’ church, which my grandfather built.  

I got a job at a clinic where they understand faith-based practice. Who offered to pay our moving expenses. And pay a significant chunk of my school loans off. And a signing bonus. And 6 weeks time off each year. Paid.  I would work normal hours.

We put our house on the market. It sold before the sign had been in the yard 24 hours.

I found the perfect house in Salem close to both of our jobs and in a great school district.

Family and friends I’ve known for decades will be nearby.

The spinning is slowing.

So we are packing up and moving closer to family where opportunities have been abounding, where we have local resources, and possibilities to invest long-term. And a chance to make the spinning stop.
The Jewett family’s next stop will be Salem, Oregon.


9 thoughts on “Vertigo

  1. I am SO excited about this! Happy for the Fowler family. It’s amazing to watch God opening & closing doors in your lives. God bless. Glad it’s your vertigo & not mine!

  2. What a great blog. We are so blessed to have you guys. The Northgate Church family is anxiously waiting your arrival. Now the equal and opposite reaction to vertigo is in store – Everything ordered by God.

  3. As others have mentioned, we have ‘watched’ your journey through your blog (and your Mom!) over the years, and continue to be amazed at how good God is! We shouldn’t be surprised, but so often we are. I’m so very excited to have you out here in the West again, and look forward to seeing you in person when we come to visit your mom and dad! Will be praying for a smooth transition in every aspect!

  4. Robin, Ken and family, we are happy for you to have heard of how God has been working and leading and proving His will in your lives! We know it will be so wonderful to be so close to your family there! We cheer you on with our love and our prayers! Sally and Paul

  5. What?!?!? 🙂 I just read your blog post Burke… Afterwards, we literally starred at eachother for atleast 5 seconds! And then we both laughed because we know that God is up to something… again. 😉

    We will keep you in our prayers as you pack up. Love you guys!

  6. Its good to hear from you all again. I really enjoyed following. You inspire me. Please keep writing, if you can find the time.

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