Separated at birth

“It is true that I was born in Iowa, but I can't speak for my twin sister.” -Abigail Van Buren

I’ve never met anybody that looks exactly like me—although when I was a kid, I did have an uncanny resemblance to Tina Majorino. And I’ve never met anybody that acts just like me—I mean, who could be as wonderful as me :) But this weekend, I met someone who is living the same story I am.

In a nutshell,

• Our names start with the same letter, and both have four letters.
• Our husbands are both engineers, and both work for the same company, at the same plant, with the same boss. [That would explain how we met. We were driving to the husbands’ coworker’s wedding.]
• We’re both impatiently waiting for our husbands to get promoted and transferred—as they were promised when they accepted the job offer.
• Both of our husbands are commuting about an hour one way, everyday, because there’s no reason to relocate permanently or even semi-permanently if he gets transferred in two months.
• So we’re both stuck paying rent, when we would really rather settle down and buy a house.
• We've both put our careers on hold, waiting for this impending relocation.
• We’re both interested in pursuing a different career path than we’re currently in, or that we went to college for.
• We both want to be teachers.
• We both want to teach a population that most people think we’re crazy for requesting.
• We both want to teach middle school history, and even more specifically than that, Georgia history, or whatever state we happen to be transferred to.

That was the progression of our conversation as we drove to the wedding. It was getting spooky as the conversation continued. But needless to say, there was plenty to talk about, plenty to gripe about, and plenty of information to be learned about various paths to teacher certification.

The wives.

The husbands, including the newest husband--the groom