I’m staying put. In Scotland that is. Not that many people knew I was thinking otherwise though. Let me tell you what happened. Oh, and before I even start, location has nothing on me and Kev. We’re sticking together… like glue!

Anyway, I was in a terrible state about jobs. I wasn’t happy with my situation and started looking for other options, preferably ones that I would enjoy and not just something to get me away from a job from hell like last time. I was less discriminating then than I am now.

So I found this wonderful position as an editorial assistant at a book publishing company and I was eligible to apply. But it was in Sweden. This posed a problem, a huge one, since neither me or Kev had any plans on moving previously and it would require quite a massive readjustment for both of us. I was in a serious state of confusion. What would I do?! The job sounded too good to be true, but maybe Kev didn’t want to move. Maybe I didn’t want to move!

I did what you do in a tight spot such as this. I phoned my dear mum who pointed out to me that I would kick myself forever if I didn’t apply. And even if they offered me the job, I didn’t have to say yes. And that it was only an application, not a contract I was sending over to them. I was then told the exact same thing by a few good friends, so on my day off, I set out working on a cover letter and my CV. I was very happy with both when I sent them off.

Of course I talked to Kev before I sent anything away, making sure that he was ok with the whole thing. He’s a sweetheart, he really is, and agreed to start looking for a job in Sweden should I get an offer.

Then the worrying started. OMG, how will we handle the move?! How will I cope alone while kev finds a job?! How will I find a flat?! How, how how!!!? I’m an expert at worrying about things, can you tell?

As the days went by I started getting more and more stressed out. Maybe I didn’t want to move. But I really wanted the job. It was a fantastic job. But how would I be able to get my computer over to Sweden? It would certainly be too heavy to fly there. I was a mess.

But then came the email. “Dear Sofi, we regret to tell you…”

A sigh of relief? Yes, I think that’s what it was. Of course I was a little disappointed as well, but I was more focused on the fact that I wouldn’t have to organise a move now. Whew! I think that says quite a lot.

I’m not ready to move just yet.

But when I am, I want it to be something that me and Kev plan together, something that we both feel ready for, and are heading into with a map and compass, not headfirst without so much as a packed lunch.

New theme again, I’m addicted to changing it.

Tell me what you think! (Although I doubt I’ll go back to the old one even if you ask. Ehehe)

Oh yeah, there’ll be a real post at some point today or tomorrow. I will not disappoint!!

Edit: Yeah, it’ll be tomorrow. There’s no way I’ll finish it tonight.