He called her a few weeks ago while she was napping.
She finally returned his call.
"Where have you been? I have been trying to get a hold of you?"
"Uh, I was sleeping."
"Well, I really need to talk to you."
"Okay, what's up?"
He went on: "Work wants me to go to London for a year."
He continued: "I don't know all the details, so I am going to try to get more info this afternoon, but we have to talk about this and make some decisions this weekend."
She hung up the phone and called all her friends and her mom. Over the next few days as she chatted with her girlfriends the votes were unanimous:
She really wanted to. Her only hang-up was Big Sis' school. She had a conversation with the principal and it seemed that things would work out if they needed to.
He did not want to. He had just accepted the Bishop Position after all.
She just kept reeling about the whole thing. She seriously thought all the surprises were over for 2008...but apparently no.
She smiled and stewed and wanted to go so much, wanted it to work. She chose to support him no matter what he felt after a few days of brooding. And she did support him.
So, she's settling into life as she knows it (or does she know it?) She figures staying here is just as adventurous as going across the ocean after all...Cheerio London, it was fun to fantasize about for a little while...