Well, this week I've managed to do something so horribly low that I cannot face it. And no, I will never NEVER tell anyone. Let's just say something that started out amazing ended very badly and I'm lucky this person is still my friend and can even look at me. This event, of course, sent me reeling and I cried for two solid days and was forced to examine what the fuck I was doing and how I could be doing these things and then Kulin and I sat out back over two bottles of wine and talked.
She asked me what I had always wanted to do, what was my dream? At first I said I didn't know. She said I seemed miserable here and she thought maybe this wasn't my answer. So we started talking about my past ventures and how I'd almost been a nanny in Greece and how I'd thought about working on a cruise ship so I could travel and when she asked me again what I'd always wanted to do the answer was clear.
I have always, always, wanted to live in London.
So last night I started searching for jobs in London. Started tweaking my resume today. Have found hundreds of jobs for which I'm qualified. Started networking with colleagues whose businesses are based in the UK. Started researching work visas. I have no husband, no boyfriend, no kids, and no reason to stay.
I'm moving to London.
But if you're reading this only you get to know. Don't start talking about it with other people who know me, please. I want to wait until I have a job, work visa, renewed passport, and an airline ticket before I tell anyone that I'm leaving the country. But I am leaving the country. If I can't get a job in London I'll take a job somewhere else.....
I've also been considering Moscow, I have always wanted to learn Russian.
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