Well that took long enough didn't it. And isn't the reality completely different from the dream. Two days ago I was ready to sell up and jump on the first plane. Now I am almost dreading dealing with all this.
I hate to say it but my husband was right. He always said that we should rent it out first and one day sell it. How he always seems to be completely grounded in any (most) situation is beyond me. But here we are.
I think what will happen is I will go over and rent a cheap room while i find a job and a better place to rent then he will come over with the cats.
Friends have already said they want to rent the flat... that idea feels the best instead of selling everything lock stock and barrel.
I have to suck it up and give in my notice even though I have nothing to go to. Quite daunting, but i have a crazy 3 month notice period and i know i want out so three months is enough to deal with!
I will spend the weekend doing some focused job research - and NOT start packing even though all i can think about is what to take and not what to take!