So. One week, four interviews and three job offers later, I've made a decision.
It almost breaks my heart to do this, but gentle readers, I'm leaving you. I'm leaving the pussins, I'm leaving the new thyme lawn, I'm leaving Melbourne and I'm moving to Bahrain.
Wow, it sounds so very final when I say it like that. So do you want the good news? It's only for three months. And I'm very definitely not leaving My One True Love, he is coming over at Christmas-time.
Yes, it's a short-term thing only; during which I will spend a lot of time travelling and blogging more witty and amusing travel posts - I know how you love those - and catching up with old friends who now live in Saudi Arabia, Qatar and Dubai of course. Throw in some visits to Syria, Iran, Jordan and hopefully even Turkey, and it's going to be action-packed. I even plan to take my sewing machine for those (hopefully) rare moments of down-time.
It's fantastic to be returning to my old haunts, though strictly speaking I've never actually been to Bahrain before. But how excitement! A new professional challenge, a new personal one .... I can hardly wait! Adventures galore! Exotic travel tales! Fabulous new fabric markets!
And luckily I don't have to wait long, because I'm actually flying out in ten days time. Yes, that's right.
24 hours after that, I will be ensconced in a hotel in Manama, the capital of Bahrain, and I will be hot, tired, jetlagged, and no doubt wondering what the hell I'm doing there.
What did I say last week about job-hunting? It never Bah-rains, but it pours?
