The Decision to Leave

It’s been long enough since my last entry that I’m sure barely anyone is checking this sucker anymore. But for those of you who still actually log on to maybe catch glimpses of the Daily Catch or re-read an article from the archives… and for those who have an RSS subscription, this post is for you. Here we go…

Andy, the boys and I are emigrating from Texas and re-entering the Midwest to put down roots for the long term. Our new home? Madison, WI. We are so, so excited and so, so stressed about the transition.

I haven’t written about this on here yet because a) there’s never sufficient time to do the topic justice and b) I haven’t been feeling all that eloquent anyway, but I’m determined to get something down on paper and document this at least partially.

This may not be a surprise to many of you. I try to keep this blog fairly upbeat, so in my tough times, this – well – this just doesn’t get written in that often. Every so often, I pop up for air and get some fresh perspective. Or sometimes I lose a handle on my hopes for the tone of this little corner of the Internet and I dissolve into a moody post about how things are pretty hard right now.

Basically, the decision to leave the place we’ve called home for the last 7 years wasn’t one big decision or impetus for change, but rather a retrospective of a variety of things that have in sum drastically changed day-to-day living around here.

It boiled down to a few big sparks.

Spark 1. Don [our worship leader]’s decision to take a post at another church. Our contemporary worship band and church members have been an absolute family to us here in Texas. I was even on the search committee for our new worship leader. We found an amazing young man who, with his newlywed wife, moved to our church, took over the position and brought consistency back to the church after this, frankly, devastating loss.

He is making sure that we have plenty of instruments and singers to rotate our group of volunteers week-to-week without putting too much strain on any person. The big difference for Andy and I means that we are staffed less and have more open weeks. The great result is more free time in a time where we NEED more free time (two kids HELLO). The not-so-great result is that we don’t see our band family nearly as often. It remains hard to strike a good balance here because we have so many things that need our attention at home.

Spark 2. Brian & Michelle moved to Atlanta. I say this in the least guilt-trippy way possible, but it’s an insult to our relationship to not acknowledge that this was a major loss for us here. Not only this loss, but the loss of the long term hope that maybe someday Craig and Susan would come down and colonize a little Fischer community of family so very far away from where we all started.

The decision of where to live and make a home remains, rightfully so, in the hands of those who actually live it out to the very end. But then, Andy and I realized, we had some decisions to make too.

Spark 3. Friends leaving for other things. My peers and I are at a time in our lives where we are making decisions for our little growing families. Decisions we have found that we’ve never had to make before. I’ve had friends leave work to stay home with their kiddos full time and friends trek far, far away for spouses’ jobs & support from extended family. We have said “good-bye” so many times to so many people, learning of yet another impending ‘farewell’ has taken on almost a comical tone.

Spark 4: Baby Reid was born. And this was the culmination of everything. This was the weight put on our safety net. A net which, as I have described, has sustained some serious loss in structural integrity of late. Local friends who remain have pitched in and done everything humanly possible to make this transition as comfortable as possible.

Yet still, life has taken on a new level of complexity and difficulty. Andy found himself no longer wishing but needing to find a job closer to our home in McKinney. The 45-90 minute commute each way to work was no longer do-able. It was time for change.

Since Andy thought about starting to look, so did I. After all, a job in food science isn’t all that easy to find. There are tiny windows of job opportunity lying out there that open ever-so-briefly. I had to keep my eyes open.

Sure enough, a window opened in Madison, WI – a 4-hour drive from my family and no additional distance from Andy’s family – with the right job opportunity at a good company with good people. So I took it.  Now we are heading into and living a time where everything changes.  I have so much to write about. I figured this would be a good place to start.

Stay tuned. More is coming.


  1. You and Andy have done an awesome job of making a life in Texas. Can’t wait to get you all closer to home, and see what you do with Madison!

  2. I’m still checking :) I had a feeling that you’d be having something to say here soon!

    On a very happy note, you had the foresight to birth your children in Texas, where they are now known as native Texans and can re-enter the state at any point in their lives, welcomed with open arms (and without a passport). Now, it’s time to get on with it back to the Midwest :) :)

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