I clearly have no real head for business
So I've been offline for AGES, because talking about the fact that I'm leaving NZ for two years on Sunday may send me into a screaming panic. I am currently absolutely fine and serene. I feel as I did just before I got married. There were so many months of planning and thinking and anticipating that went into it that it didn't ever feel real. So I floated along for months and then one day I put my pretty dress on and then Dad said "It's time to get in the car and go," and I'm like "What? Already? It can't be!"
I have a feeling it'll be the same on Sunday, when I wake up and float along and then someone says "It's time to get in the car and for you to move overseas," and I"ll be like "What? Already? Do I have to?"
But then again, my marriage was a very successful move, so hopefully leaving my friends and family and sparkly sunshine will be too... Now I have to go to the bank and fight more ridiculous bureaucracy and things I don't understand all by myself because Steve's working until late tomorrow. If we get slugged by an enormous tax bill in two years we'll know it's because I had no idea what I was doing. It's Steve's own fault for choosing to be a doctor 17 years ago.
I have a feeling it'll be the same on Sunday, when I wake up and float along and then someone says "It's time to get in the car and for you to move overseas," and I"ll be like "What? Already? Do I have to?"
But then again, my marriage was a very successful move, so hopefully leaving my friends and family and sparkly sunshine will be too... Now I have to go to the bank and fight more ridiculous bureaucracy and things I don't understand all by myself because Steve's working until late tomorrow. If we get slugged by an enormous tax bill in two years we'll know it's because I had no idea what I was doing. It's Steve's own fault for choosing to be a doctor 17 years ago.