Just when I think things are settling down and I can get all my ducks in a row, life throws another curve ball.
I encouraged leafys papa to enquire about a job that he’s always wanted that suddenly became available.
It’s 3,000+km away.
I guess I didn’t think anything would come of it. Or maybe I did, honestly I don’t know why I pushed him to do it.
Long story short he has the job, the money is ridiculously good, and they want us up there asap.
I’ve pro’d and con’d the hell out of the situation, and it makes the most sense to just go.
But in my heart… I’m just getting well! I think family is THE MOST important thing, and taking e away from her uncles and grandparents breaks my heart. I’ve been in tears thinking about it in previous discussions. We’re getting involved in things. I’m about to start uni again and I’m excited. My new psychologist is brilliant.
But leafys papa wants the money. He says the lifestyle (but he’s basing this on a single smoking drinking hospitality worker with no commitments or responsibilities), the weather, the dream job. He thinks I’ll be happier.
But when I left there last time I was ready to leave.
I don’t especially love this place, but I love my family. And I love what I can give leafy here. I can get an excellent education with free babysitters available at a whim.
I can’t tell him no.
But I don’t know if I can go.
Woe is me.
(That was a little haiku for your pitying pleasure)
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