I was about to step out onto the soccer pitch to referee last night (worthy of a post all of its own) when my phone rang. I checked the number and was surprised to see that the number started with 613 … that meant Australia.
Apparently the company is bidding some work and that in turn meant that there was a potential opportunity for me as our time over here starts to come to a close and we look for repatriation opportunities.
That certainly threw the mind into turmoil. After all, it would have put us back on Aussie terra firma, but it wasn’t going to be as close to home (Adelaide) as we would have liked. Added to that the requirement to provide an answer as to whether I was interested in the opportunity within 24 hours (hey, at least it wasn’t immediate!). Our ultimate aim is of course, to return to hour home soil in Adelaide, which to some extent means it was easy to say no, but was complicated by the fact that we really haven’t begun to explore our repatriation opportunities. It meant that there was no source of comparison … was this a good opportunity? It may well have been. Will there be something better closer to the time that we are actually coming home? Maybe, but we can’t be certain. It was enough to keep my mind burning until 3am.
If nothing else, it is certainly nice to know that we haven’t been forgotten on the other side of the world.
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