I hate waiting!

Patience is a virtue...one that I was not born with apparently. No, that's not true. I have heaps of patience when it comes to baking, teaching Delanah to learn to climb, completing a cross stitch project, trimming off my split ends....but I have none, zip, nada when it comes to other things.

Background...last Thursday, in the hour that we had together after work and before his small group, Dave drops a small bomb on me. Right before he left the office the CEO came in to talk. The CEO is heading back to Australia to head up another division in the company. After some fishing, he unofficially offered Dave the position as head of Safety and Sustainability for this division....in Melbourne, Australia, beginning in about 6 months. WHAT?! My first reaction? Crying, fear, paralyzing fear. I'm not ready! What about my friends? My house? Our pets? My parents? My career? Overload!

We had a sitter for Friday night and were able to talk things out. In the 24 hours from bomb to date I was able to process things a bit more, and look at it from many different angles. This weekend we decided to move forward with the possibility of moving. He let the CEO know that he was interested in the position and now we are waiting for the formal offer....and waiting, and waiting..... Until we get the offer, and can see if this is something that is going to work for our family, I can't talk to anyone about it, can't tell my friends, can't move forward on many of the million things that will need to be done to make an international move happen.

Update: Just got a text from the hubby. Apparently things are...."complicated"... The new structure needs to get approved by the big CEO and then the names for the positions can be put forward and then an offer with salary, relocation, etc. Sigh....a test of patience is what this is.....