It all started with just a hint of job opportunity at our head office in Amsterdam, Holland. If it had been a smell, it would have just been the merest whiff, without any discernable taste. But it was enough to my mouth watering. So I put my head down, snorted, stamped my foot and charged. I wooed my manager, wrote endless job descriptions and basically tap-danced through all the hoops and loops needed to secure a year's secondment.
It's not that I was desperate but I was in a rut. I was 36 and dating a nice man but I knew it was going nowhere. I was living in a good flat but could never afford to buy and was in a nice job but had no opportunities to progress where I was. I was in the champagne and ciggerettes brigade, married to my girlfriends and my favourite chardoney. Meanwhile time was marching on and I wanted to do something new...but what, where, how?
Well Amsterdam, head office in June 2008. I put my stuff in storage fully expecting to be back in a year fully recharged and sure I would know what to do after that. I now have a new dutch partner, a seven month old baby boy and a brand new job, friends, flat, city to live in - and a shiney new life. Sipping chardoney and smoking ciggerettes in Sydney's bars seems light years away now.
So is one life better than the other? Well you'd have to read on to find out...
Thursday, February 4, 2010
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