Now I have to hope to the god that is part of my new official state religion (do I need to have the local vicar over for tea when I move?) that someone over there hires me soon. Amazingly, people want to interview me.
The goal is to get the fuck out of America with my daughter before Trump is inaugurated. No specific plan of where to move, just wherever I get a job. We will move to the Falklands if we have to.
It feels so close now.
I don't think I'll get to choose, but if I do have a choice, I think it would probably be a smaller Scottish city. Inverness or Perth or something.
Yeah all fine as well I'm sure. Bit jealous to be honest, oh to have the Highlands in my backyard..