So, I walk in the door tonight, exhausted from a full day of home visits, and the first thing Hubby says to me is “Don’t quit your job yet.”
Turns out all the bureaucracy and paperwork involved in international employment and the logistics of an international move apparently take longer than a month to navigate, both on our end and their’s. Hubby’s start date is now January 1, 2014.
In a way, I’m relieved. It gives us more time to organize before we pack up our entire house (or the parts of it that are coming with us, anyway). It also gives us time to save as much as we can before we move, since I likely won’t be working for the three months between the move and my due date, and Hubby won’t get paid until the end of January.
On the other hand, we were ready. I mean, we hadn’t packed a single thing, and i was stressed out over all the details we had to take care of in a few short weeks. But we were so ready to get out of here and move on. I had one and a half feet out the door at work. I was looking forward to saying goodbye to this tired, old house. And Hubby was more than ready for his career to finally begin.
And it’s frustrating that nothing ever seems to go the way we’d planned.
But that’s life. I might as well get used to it, right?