My Thursday

[kneeshooter]

As dilligent readers will remember, yesterday I had an interview in Amsterdam. No news on the job yet, but as part of getting there for 10:00 CET I had to get a plane from Birmingham at 6:20 BST. This shouldn't be too bad - check in online, boarding at 5:45. I was pretty happy with getting up about 4:15, having a shower etc. and then getting out of the house at 5:00 to drive to the airport.

Only what really happened was that I pushed my alarm clock under the pillow when it went off and woke up again at 4:57.

Never have I gotten out of the house so quickly.

In the end I was in the terminal building by 5:30, which isn't bad considering...

And the interview? Seemed to go ok - and I am trying to suppress the "fear of change" that moving overseas would mean to my social life and hobbies.

Comments

[mrssshhh.livejournal.com]

My brother officially works for a company in Leeds, but about 40 of his weeks in the year are spent in Holland, and another six or so in the US. He spends roughly half of his weekends back here in the UK.

Now if, like me, you have been previously used to living distant from 99% of your circle of friends, this isn't such a huge change. Weekdays are for living your life and working, and the weekends feel so much better and more special for it.

I'm honestly not sure how it would work out for you - I know you've spent at least the last few years among friends almost constantly.

At the very least, if you do go to parts forn and want a way to keep a level of close contact... there's always Warcrack. I know the Crab would undoubtedly clack his claws in joy at having you as part of his flock.