Moving On.

Like I said in the last post, I truly believe that 2017 will be a year of Change and Moving on.

Around June last year, it was first put to us that hubby was being offered a chance of a lifetime to work abroad for a 2 year contract. Not just a little move to say, Ireland or France but THE biggie.

Perth, Australia.

After a lot of meetings, alot of waiting. Alot of things to think about, where we would be forced to live, to look into like the schools when we have children with delayed learning, the medical care when the hubby is diabetic, the transport links as realistically hubby would get the car they provide for his work, cost of living and so forth we were really taking it seriously.

However, 6 months on, the contract is still being negotiated between the large Aus company and hubbys workplace. 2 years placement has become 4 years, the money offered has dropped and to be honest, after 5 months of "maybe this" "maybe that" we turned the offer down last month.

If the contract had been sorted out in August, we'd have felt confident that things were organised right and jumped for it but with the dragging out and there being no real clear advantages for us all as time goes on, we are going to wait for another chance when the time is right. 

We are happy where we are, we are (mostly) close to family.

We have our little home, our community and ya know what? Security and comfort mean a lot in life.

Australia would have been a hell of an adventure.

When we lost my mum so suddenly, it kickstarted a we need to live for now mentality in both myself and hubby. Some oppertunities are too good to waste but then some that don't materialise after a set time leave us feeling deflated and if the future is still unsure after so many months, then really, what would we have been letting ourselves in for in a country on the otherside of the world ?

There was always the chance we may not have come back after 4 years, and if we did we would have had tales to tell but knowing where we are and how things are is not a bad thing either. The kids are happy at school. Hubby is doing well and enjoying his job and me, well, I can type this as officially being in between jobs.

I finished my work for Christmas and for good on Friday as in January I am going to be off to the big wide world of mass catering. When I say mass, I mean 600-800 people to feed a day as I am going to be working in a local secondary school kitchen. Since I went back to work after a 10 year "mum gap" I wanted to get the sensible job inside a school, I don't want the weekends or the school holidays and this is the most sensible choice to make. You can only work in a school when it's open so I took a leap into the unknown, applied for a job I really didn't think I had much chance of getting and got it.

Sometimes, when things seem too good to be true, you don't want to get your hopes up too high and that's how I felt about the job. But, no, I obviously did good with the interview as I begin January 4th.

I'm really looking forward to the new year and things being a little different.