Gawd help me what've I done!

THREEPIO: I'm afraid our furry companion has gone and done something rather rash.

Years ago my husband "Fernando" and I considered moving out to the west coast where my mother, brother, dad and step-mother live. He's a cautious sort of fellow, so didn't think he'd want to until he was more at retirement age. In any case, his plan always went like this:
- I go out west and try to find a job
- Find job, he sends me the cats
- If I have something stable for a couple years, then he comes to join us

Yesterday my dad and I were sort of aimlessly driving about town, and this thought crept into my head... I'm on Vancouver Island... I don't have a job... why not now?

And somehow we both felt like... yes... this is right. So we're giving it a try.

I've spoken before of my Stovetop Method of Making Decisions: That I put certain ideas on the stove, and simmer them on a backburner until they're ready to be eaten. Well it seems the Vancouver Island pot has been busy back there! Cooked faster than I expected.

So that phrase from Threepio has been in my head all evening. I'm afraid we've gone and done something rather rash. ...How fun! But do send me some Good Job Hunting Luckatude.