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Last day of the holiday blues
Aug. 26th, 2016 03:38 pmIt's my last day on holiday in England. Woe.
It's also a little odd, because for once, I feel like I've had a really long holiday and my mourning isn't due to not having had enough time. It's an acknowledgement that I miss this place at times, and being back here fills a need I work hard to ignore the rest of the time. This year, for the first time, I admitted there were circumstances that could pull me back.
Before, I've always said that doing the trans-Atlantic move again is not something I'd voluntarily consider. Of course, if family circumstances required it, I'd do it. That's never been in question. But this is the first time I've admitted to myself, or to anyone else, that I'd come back if the conditions were exactly right.
Note: these conditions would consist of a job offer so good I couldn't pass it up, with a pay packet that would enable me to keep the kind of lifestyle I currently have in Canada. So, unless someone knows of an incredibly high-paying job in data warehouseing somewhere in the South East or London, it won't happen any time soon.
Maybe that's why I'm feeling a bit melancholy today: I've had a wonderful holiday, I've crammed in a ton of stuff, I've properly forgotten all about work and the crap back home, and now it's the last day and I'm secretly wondering whether that perfect set of circumstances will ever happen for me. Is it time to give in and put a profile on Linkdin, just in case someone headhunts me, or do I potter along as I am for a few more years and see what happens?
I'll think about it some more when I'm not here and surrounded by only the good parts of living here. There were good reasons for me to make the move eight years ago, after all.
I refuse to waste my last day being sad, though. I'm going to get some writing done, spend some quality time with a book (or maybe more Holby City), and spend an afternoon with family having a cream tea and a nice walk by the Thames. Sadness can happen when I'm back home in Canada, with cats to cuddle.
It's also a little odd, because for once, I feel like I've had a really long holiday and my mourning isn't due to not having had enough time. It's an acknowledgement that I miss this place at times, and being back here fills a need I work hard to ignore the rest of the time. This year, for the first time, I admitted there were circumstances that could pull me back.
Before, I've always said that doing the trans-Atlantic move again is not something I'd voluntarily consider. Of course, if family circumstances required it, I'd do it. That's never been in question. But this is the first time I've admitted to myself, or to anyone else, that I'd come back if the conditions were exactly right.
Note: these conditions would consist of a job offer so good I couldn't pass it up, with a pay packet that would enable me to keep the kind of lifestyle I currently have in Canada. So, unless someone knows of an incredibly high-paying job in data warehouseing somewhere in the South East or London, it won't happen any time soon.
Maybe that's why I'm feeling a bit melancholy today: I've had a wonderful holiday, I've crammed in a ton of stuff, I've properly forgotten all about work and the crap back home, and now it's the last day and I'm secretly wondering whether that perfect set of circumstances will ever happen for me. Is it time to give in and put a profile on Linkdin, just in case someone headhunts me, or do I potter along as I am for a few more years and see what happens?
I'll think about it some more when I'm not here and surrounded by only the good parts of living here. There were good reasons for me to make the move eight years ago, after all.
I refuse to waste my last day being sad, though. I'm going to get some writing done, spend some quality time with a book (or maybe more Holby City), and spend an afternoon with family having a cream tea and a nice walk by the Thames. Sadness can happen when I'm back home in Canada, with cats to cuddle.