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We leave tomorrow for Doha. Seems like everything is pretty much set and ready. We fly (business class!) to Toronto, then London, then Doha, arriving Saturday at 9:30 p.m. Then we're taken by Mercedes to the Four Seasons Hotel (!!) for two nights while we shop for necessities for our villa with our generous moving allowance (!!!). I think I'll start work on Wednesday or Thursday; just get my feet wet before the weekend.
I'm excited to finally be going (30%), and tired at the thought of it (70%).
I'm really looking forward to working again, to reclaiming that part of myself and finding some balance again. I'm actually ready, which I haven't been until now. And I'm looking forward to seeing our villa and figuring out what our lives will be like. But man, I am dreading the baby jetlag. It should just last a week. But a week of not sleeping while trying to set up a new place and start a new job is tough. I'm also dreading the homesickness that will inevitably arise.
Enough whining, though. Life is pretty darn great.
On with the next step!
I'm excited to finally be going (30%), and tired at the thought of it (70%).
I'm really looking forward to working again, to reclaiming that part of myself and finding some balance again. I'm actually ready, which I haven't been until now. And I'm looking forward to seeing our villa and figuring out what our lives will be like. But man, I am dreading the baby jetlag. It should just last a week. But a week of not sleeping while trying to set up a new place and start a new job is tough. I'm also dreading the homesickness that will inevitably arise.
Enough whining, though. Life is pretty darn great.
On with the next step!