Monday, February 13, 2012

far, far away

I've not had a chance to post anything in a couple weeks due to a overly demanding work schedule. I think I've put in over 70 hours a week for the past couple of weeks straight - exactly what I said I didn't want to be doing anymore. Unfortunately for the time being this is my reality. My determination for a change has not wavered, but my pondering, blogging time has definitely taken a back seat to work and trying to eek out the precious few moments I have with J and the kids.

I finally had some feedback from work, and it looks like this may actually work out. My employer is certainly understanding of my motivation and goals, and although he certainly stopped short of helping me pack my bags, he did let me know that there are options and he wanted to continue the conversation over the coming months.

Now in my mind I am a man of action, a modern day Churchill or Roosevelt, who makes a decision and runs with it full speed; but in reality (or this reality it seems as I may have been known to be rash in the past) I need to pause and consider the consequences of my choices, I need to weigh all the options and ensure that I don't take things too far too fast. In this regard J and I decided to make our plans over the course of the year. After all, we've moved across the country and back several times in the past few years already, and are getting tired (insert "old"). I don't want to give away the plot just yet, but I think we've decided where we want to be, what we want to get out of our lives, and what is really important to us (hint; it's not this gigantic house full of crap and it sure as hell isn't this 200km a day commute). An yes, it does involve moving again, far, far away (but not Far, Far Away - that's just a fairy tale place).

Bottom line, I most likely have a job (or a modified version of my job) I can transport to our new locale, but before that can happen I need to do a lot more careful planning, both with my career to ensure it's continuation, and with our home life to figure out just how this is all going to happen. Sell the house, find a new home, get rid of the abundance of ____ that we don't need, simplify, simplify, simplify. Some days I think it would be so much easier to just pack a bag, turn the key and walk away. But then who would feed the fish?