It´s time to share with you what´s been going on in my life for the past half year. But first of all, I must tell you that I always wanted to live abroad (abroad = a country where people speak a different language. Austria does not count, even if the language is not quite the same). I wanted to do a college year in the US, then I wanted to do an au pair year in England, then I was going to study in Italy, then once I thought about quitting my job to do an MBA in New York, then my company wanted me to work from London for six months, and so on and so forth... you get the idea. It never worked out because I had fallen in love recently, or the circumstances weren´t quite right, or I got a job offer, or I didn´t have the guts in the end.
Still, this was one of my big big dreams and when I met M., this was something he shared. We always talked about that we´d jump on any opportunity that would arise. And then, in October last year, M. came home and said his company wanted him to go to the US to establish a branch there. To the west coast, San Francisco or Seattle. And yes, we jumped on that opportunity. Big time. We even married in a rush to make it possible for me to get a visa (don´t get me wrong, I don´t regret having married that man, and we had a lovely wedding, so no harm done - but still). I read all the relevant forums on the interwebs from tip to toe and I bought several hundred books and we went on a honeymoon to decide where we wanted to live.
Alas, there´s no happy end to this story. I can´t get into details about this (and I don´t want to either, I get too upset every time), but it´s most probably not going to happen. Not. As simple and devastating as that. I lived four months preparing for "the big adventure" to come. I thought I was really close to my big dream this time. Do you know how hard it is to just stop dreaming? I think maybe it´s not meant to be. I´ll give up on that one.
So. What are my plans now? Stay tuned for part 2 of this story... you´ll be surprised.