Running away to Australia (in my mind)

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On Monday hubby went to London to find out more about the Future Leaders development plan he is now part of at work. The biggest news being that we could be relocated, depending upon the availability of a position at the grade he needs.

He works for a company that have offices worldwide so he could be sent to Dubai, Canada, USA, Germany, France, Switzerland, Australia...or somewhere within the UK.  His secondment would be for anything from 6 months up to 5 years but we can specify where we don't want to go to as there are some countries I wouldn't take the children to.

The thought of going to somewhere like Australia excited and petrified me in equal measure but what an experience! It would be great for the children. We would get a bigger house, they would be privately educated, they would get to experience different cultures and we'd get to travel-something they're always nagging us to do!

In my head I'm already in Australia. Out of interest I started looking at rentals to gauge what would be available and what the areas are like for schools etc.

Then I realised I was getting carried away. Exciting things don't happen to our family! Realistically, the chance of him being sent to Australia is very slim. If he was to land a secondment abroad it would most likely be in Paris, which I would be ecstatic about, although he isn't so keen on it. We would more than likely end up somewhere in the UK. Strangely, I'd be happier relocating thousands of miles away than I would to elsewhere in the country. I believe that the children would gain so much more from living in a different country, albeit temporarily.

There is the option of hubby living close to work Monday-Friday and coming home at weekends but I couldn't do that. It also wouldn't be fair on the children and I honestly think our marriage would suffer hugely. We'd be much better off together as a family unit.

I would miss Suffolk terribly but  if we were in the UK we wouldn't be so far away that we couldn't travel back 'home' regularly. It may well be that at the end of his secondment there is a job back in Ipswich for him so we could return to the county I love so much but until a secondment is found for him, wherever it may be, then I just need to keep cool and calm and not imagine myself spending Christmas on St Kilda beach ;-)