Just when I decide to take a break and think for a few days of things other than an MBA, life has a way of becoming more interesting.
My wife informs me that she needs to move to Downers Grove in the US for an assignment.
‘Downers Grove ? Where’s that ? Check how far is it from Atlanta ?’
‘Yes it seems quite far, not somewhere you can drive and reach for a weekend. Its in Illinois.’
‘Illinois ?’ I react, wondering why my ears aren’t as sharp as they used to be. ‘Did you just say Illinois ?’
I am struck; the way you get struck by a lightning, with the thunder roaring in your head a few seconds afterwards. A quick search over the net tells me Evanston is only a few miles from Downers Grove.
And then it strikes her as well.
There’s hardly a thing I can say to her. My family is moving to where I wanted to be, and here I am, typing this. And thinking. Whats next ?