Last spring, Clint and I talking about how awesome it would be to live in another country.
Finding out an expat position is available in England.
Waiting for weeks and weeks to get the position approved.
Our initial reaction to the realization that Clint got the job.
Then it sinking in.
And then feeling like this.
Our family taking the news well.
And then my sister acting like this because I told her way before before anything was approved.
CBear finding out we're moving to a country filled with castles, where everyone talks like Robin Hood characters and Angelina Ballerina.
Jellybean is confused about what is going on.
Clint, preparing to fill out all our paperwork and get everything organized for the move.
Filling out endless paper work and keeping track of important documents makes us feel like this.
So then we give each other a pep talk.
We find out another local couple is going to the same city at the same time and we all do this.
My inner monologue on a very long conference call with Clint and the UK relocation lady.
How we feel meeting with a psychologist for a "cross-cultural adaptability assessment"
Finding out we won't get to go on a pre-assignment visit.
I get a little stressed and overwhelmed with everything, so I do this.
Clint and I when we get to cross something off of our to-do list.
I look at too many houses online and read an excessive amount of expat blogs, so I should probably do this.
Who's tired of filling out paperwork and providing the same documents over and over again?
"Let me get this straight. You don't want us to take our furniture, but you don't want to provide enough in the budget to cover furniture?"
But then everything works out with the housing/furniture budget.
We find out the biometrics office is closed two hours into the drive there.
My reaction at our last small group meeting/dinner/prayer time for our upcoming move.
Me, amusing myself with this blog post idea. I need sleep.
Stay tuned for more as our journey unfolds!
