It's funny, I'm swinging from despair to happiness and back again. Happiness because I get to sleep in for a few weeks/months. Perhaps go on a little walkabout in Ireland (something I've always wanted to do) or try something new. Despair because any new job will be in a new town and prompt a move. A move away from my kids.
Just a few weeks ago the thought of have to start fresh somewhere else would have prompted different feelings. At least additional feelings. Alas, no longer. It's funny how life throws you curves like that.
I took this job with the full knowledge that if it didn't work I'd have to leave the area. At the time that didn't mean without my family.
I know that you all don't really know me, but I hope you can understand the pain the thought of leaving me kids is causing me.
I'm feeling a bit like I'm rambling here. I apologize for that.
On a separate but related note, last night I handed my ex a very large check. She looked at it and said "this feels weird" and walked out of the room.
