I have not posted anything this week because the most bizarre twist of fate has occurred.

Anyone who knows me or has read my 100 things post knows:
1. I lived in North Carolina in the mid '80s
2. I owned two restaurants while I was in NC

About 6 weeks ago I was trolling the Web and stumbled across a site for a small town I had lived in. It's just outside of Raleigh. I was curious to see what had changed in the past 17 years so I started to follow links. I stumbled onto a job posting that sounded very interesting. The deadline was in 4 days and you had to fill out an official application.

Never thinking that they would interview me, I requested an application. They sent the application overnight mail and that left me three days to get it back. I almost threw it away but decided what the heck, it will never get back in time anyway.

Making a long story short, I interviewed; they made an offer; I accepted; and we will need to be there in 4 weeks.

This is the same small town where my ex-husband and I owned the restaurants. It's also the same town that he grew up in and his family has lived in since the town was founded. Of course we have a daughter together so they are her relatives also.

Now it's not like I had any pending job opportunities in Louisville. In fact, in the past eight months I have not even had an interview. And it has been 17 years since I left there so things have changed.

But now I am having major panic attacks.

I am leaving all my friends, my family, our kids who are in college. The good news is my husband is excited. At least I don't have to drag him kicking and screaming.

The problem is that I have this nagging feeling that you should never try to relive the past.