Decision

I’m not an emotional decision maker.  I take in information, sleep on it, weigh the pros and cons, and then make a decision.  Especially big decisions like this.  So I told Jon that I had a lot of thinking to do (remember that I was only expecting to have a meeting about house drawings) and I’d get back to him in a day or two.

Driving home from our “interview”, I cried.  I actually sobbed.  And I’m not a crier.  As my son put it, I let the tears of joy flow.  I was so relieved that someone finally understood.  I didn’t have to solely rely on my research and experiences, and create a new process.  They had a team that understood, that was ready if I said yes.  They had a process in place and ready to go, if I said yes.  I definitely had to sleep on this.  And call family and friends, and play through the worst case scenarios.  This was a scary and exciting time.  My son and I can’t afford the financial and emotional implications of building a house that isn’t healthy enough for us to live in. We have one shot to get this right. 

The day after I interviewed Jon, I told him he was hired.  This IS our shot.

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