That’s all that’s left on my employment contract. Two months.
I have very mixed feelings about it. On the one hand, it feels nice with a bit of a break, since I’ve been feeling increasingly worn down and exhausted. On the other hand, it means I won’t have a salary. I should be able to get unemployment benefits, but obviously that’s a lot less.
It also means that we’re getting closer to the time when I will be moving over to the UK, to move in with the boyfriend. Which is something I’m really looking forward to. Having more free time should mean that I could get some more preparations done.
We still have to decide on how to get my stuff across, for example. Do we hire a removal company, or do we rent a truck and drive ourselves? How do I get my dog across (either taking him along if we drive ourselves, or on a flight if we do a company). Having to find someone to adopt my cat, since she can’t really come along. I don’t think she’d handle the transition from a quiet, country life to bustling city very well.
Then of course we have to schedule a visit for me to go to the UK so that we can look for an apartment.
So yeah, having that time off is probably going to be useful. There’s a lot to do when moving to another country. (Part of me envies the people who just leave everything, but I love my stuff too much!)