In the past 12 years that my husband and I have been moving together
around the world, his has always been the job that anchored us abroad and
almost always when we've been in the US. I have worked and volunteered in
the various places that we've lived but it's his employment that covers our
health insurance, pays our rent, buys our groceries, etc.
I’m not happy with the terms trailing spouse or housewife- they create
pictures in my mind of me stumbling along, tethered to my husband, or staying
home peering fearfully at the impossibly complex world outside my tidy little
house. Neither of these images bear any
relation to my real life. Like all of
the other friends I’ve talked to about this subject, my husband and I work
together to decide where we will go next and how to make the transition. I could never stay home all the time and my
house is rarely tidy, unless I have a housekeeper.
I can’t deny that it’s a privileged position to not have to be the one
who provides financially for my family.
I may be busy with the responsibilities of my life but I have no
supervisor or manager, my days are mine to design around our routines. I make dinner and pick up the kids every day,
make them their breakfasts and lunches, grocery shop, take them on hikes or to
the park. I also get to fit in time to paint
murals, talk to friends across the country and around the world, go for walks,
even take the very occasional nap.
There are sacrifices to this lifestyle, though. My dreams of having a career beyond family
have been put on hold indefinitely, as we get further and further from my
graduation from grad school and any semi-relevant work and volunteering that
I’ve done. We also don’t have the
security of having a back-up income in case one of our jobs should end
unexpectedly, and several have. The international humanitarian
development/emergency employment world is ever changing: money goes where the
crises are. Our stint in Kosovo in 2001-2 was cut short when funding went to aid
refugees from the war in Afghanistan, and the story was similar in 2002-2003
when we left Sierra Leone and Guinea because resources were shifting to help
victims of the war in Iraq. Out of his
past seven jobs, only twice has he gone seamlessly from one job to the next,
and several have ended in layoffs. The
layoffs are getting harder to manage as our family grows and the kids have
their own routines and friends. The end
of health insurance coverage is scarier than it used to be.
We moved to San
Francisco a year ago for my husband to work at a small and relatively new organization. It seemed like a great opportunity, and worth the effort to try to make a home here. At that point he had been out of work for
several months since the last layoff. The months of unemployment combined
with moving expenses had not been good for our finances, but we were hopeful that eventually we would catch up and begin to be able to save again. We were stunned
when, two weeks ago, they informed him that his job would be terminated.
He has been applying for new positions ever since we got the news. Some might require us to relocate our family, and while I have my issues with the expat lifestyle (see here and here, for example, from posts in October), the idea of moving within the US again just collapses me inside. Moving internationally, it's an easier landing- the expat community is usually filled with other families with similarly transient lifestyles. It's more obvious which neighborhood, medical clinic, school we should choose. I would not mind at all handing over the housecleaning duties to someone else.
At the same time I wonder if this isn't a chance for me to escape from the 'trailing housewife' system once and for all. In my own fantasy world I imagine finding the anchor job myself and then somehow keeping track of that and home and kids while my husband consults internationally or works from home. I imagine it being an opportunity for me to creatively use all the skills I have acquired through education and life, and work with a witty, intelligent, and diverse group of people to make the world a better place. This is probably as ridiculous as calling myself a trailing housewife in the first place. I know there are plenty of people who have been steadily employed over the past ten years who are now looking for work and I can't pretend that my spotty employment experience over that same period qualifies me for my imaginary brilliant career.
In any case, my first responsibility is doing what I can to make sure this complicated period rattles my kids as gently as necessary. And I will remain quietly vigilant for any way that I can make myself better qualified for positions resembling the one I have created for myself in my head.