A number of hurdles are jumped, and many more lay ahead. Today feels like intermission. There's things I can't do because it's the weekend, and there's things that it's too early to do. So I'll sit (with a dog on one arm looking out the window), watchin Casino Royale writing my blog, waiting till early evening when I'm off for a night out with the boys.
Since my last post, a lot has gotten done. In fantastic news, I did very well with taxes - I promised Kellie there's a weekend trip to Bali in our future. The needed bank accounts have been created (if only wealth was measured by number of accounts and not what's in them. . . ), our shipment has left for Singapore (about 1400 lbs), and we've changed our seats on the flights. We had a night out at the Elks and I bowled my last Friday night with the league (had my BEST string of the season - 157, and my worst 74).
Bless her heart, Kellie navigated through the British Airways site and landed us exit row to London, and bulkhead from London to Singapore. Miraculous as now I don't have to spend 19 hours counting split ends on the guy who's sitting in front of me.
It was a strange feeling watching two men carry our possessions out the door yesterday. They were amazingly effecient, and I'm so thankful that EMC takes care of lining up so many of these services. I think it became very real for us though. There go our clothes, kitchen stuff, pillows, etc. on their 6-8 week journey of 10,250 miles. This is actually happening. This process, set in motion back in August (when it was Sydney), is in it's final, unbelievably intimidating stages - and yet there's still so much to do.
When do I move furniture downstairs, when do we turn in the cars and get a rental. When do we give up on the rest of the food in the cabinet? Do I have to throw out the spice rack? Will nutmeg and ginger keep for 2 years? And then came the realization late yesterday that we might have kept too much of our clothes here, forcing us to be those people with 5 suitcases and 3 carry-ons holding you up in line at the airport.
And then, sort of a biggy, when/how am I going to find a job in Singapore? I've been relishing this as my opportunity to try something new. To not have to worry about maintaining a standard of living (thanks EMC) and do something that I enjoy. I think it's time for me to move on from sales, that much is clear, and I'm thinking Sales Operations/Management/Productivity/Training is where I want to end up. And while I have some leads, nothing is cut-and-dry from this far away. The good news for readers (and followers. . . .) of our exploits is that I think my job hunt and work experience should make for pretty interesting reading.
Finally, I leave you with this, a top story on a Singapore news site. I ask, does this article actually say anything? http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/1111811/1/.html
Christopher, I agree...it is all feeling pretty real. I am both excited and saddened by it. Thank you for doing this blog as it will entertain me for the time you are away. Oh, and yes, that Singaporian article was very clear, I'm surprised you missed the message. It said...go to Singapore, hurry back, marry Kellie and give your mother many grandkids!
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