I was living in San Francisco then, unemployed, in large part in response to my wife's career aspirations. Somewhere along the line, maybe when we moved from New York to San Francisco so I could be near my ill mother, I promised Ann that if she landed a job she wanted, I'd willingly quit any job and move anywhere. I didn't know then what keeping that promise would entail, but I do now, mostly. The academic job market is one that business people don't understand. Hundreds of qualified PhDs apply for each position.
Business people have it easy by comparison.
If Ann was to work and realize a dream in which she'd invested 10 years, I'd have to follow her. It took her three years, in national searches, to get an offer. It was three thousand miles away. We deemed three years just long enough to make it worth all the disruption. Each period has felt like the harder one.