Now Belgium is a possibility?

So Bill has so far applied to several jobs in Germany.  If he gets an interview, it’s likely that he’d be a strong contender.  He’s done a lot of the type of work the jobs in Germany entail and we’ve already lived in the Stuttgart area, which is where the jobs are located.  I would be delighted to go back to Germany, even though the prospect of moving abroad again is a daunting challenge, especially when it’s with a contractor rather than the military.

But then yesterday, Bill sent me an email to let me know he’s applying for a job at SHAPE.  SHAPE is in Mons, Belgium.  I would love to move to Belgium.  It’s one of my favorite places for so many reasons.  I love the people, the beer, the frites, the mussels, and the chocolate.  It would not be a bad place to cruise into menopause… not that I’m showing any signs of hitting that right now.

I don’t know what’s going to happen, though.  The idea of moving abroad is both exciting and scary, even though I’ve done it before.  Because right now, we have to be able to make plans, and that’s hard to do when you don’t know what the hell is about to happen.  Moreover, trying to find housing in Europe can be difficult.  Last time we were there, we were in a hotel for six weeks.  We don’t even have kids, which can make finding a home harder (they have to have access to schools).  I suppose I could do it again if I had to, but again… different support for people not with the military.

Of course, it’s fun to fantasize about going back abroad to live.  There are a lot of good reasons to do it, even though it can be a logistical pain in the ass.  But I figure most moves are a logistical pain in the ass anyway.  And I do hope to move again, at least to a different house.

The job in Belgium would be a different type of job for Bill.  It involves computer security.  It’s pretty lucrative, though it’s been posted a couple of times.  Makes me wonder where all the applicants are, especially since it’s a government job.  It’s doubtful they would hire Bill, given that he’d have to switch gears significantly.  But I would love to move to Belgium… maybe even more than I’d love to move to Germany.  Or so I think I would, anyway.  If I’m unhappy, there’s always frites, croissants, beer, and chocolate around so I can drown my sorrows.


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