Feeling on the verge of a panic attack...Jack came home with news from work that they are looking for volunteers to move overseas (U.K. or Germany) and of course he's interested in us going. On paper it looks great - move back to Europe on the government's dime, bank serious cash (full salary plus extra housing allowance, COLA, extra leave, universal healthcare,) awesome travel opportunities, be close to Shakira & Mr. Shakira, and possibly the opportunity for Petal to become bilingual.
But I am freaking the F out. Listening to Depeche Mode and Duran Duran on repeat trying to get myself together. I have a board meeting in 15 minutes and I am so glad for the distraction.
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