Sheesh, where to start... Well, my name is JT, and I live in a little rural town just north of Denver called Longmont. All my life, something has been drawing me to Britain. My wife and I have been to London twice for week-long holidays, and it was even more amazing than I knew it would be. I can only describe it as feeling like I forgot to pack half my heart the last time I came home. I feel so much like the UK is "home." The second time we went to London, I felt like falling to my knees, kissing the ground and weeping, right there in the tube station.
Thinking, as I do, that life is much too short to have regrets, I've started trying to convince the wife that we need to sell everything, leave everything familiar, pack up the kids (boy, almost 3, and girl, 5 months), and go be strangers in a strange land. I bet many of you know what an uphill battle this can be
And we're quite comfortable here - six figure income, 4000 sq ft house, too much debt, all that good stuff. The "American Dream" - however un-fulfilling and hollow that is.
I'm doing my homework, looking at my various visa options. Sadly my bachelor's isn't enough for Tier 1/HSMP anymore. But there are a few firms I could probably get a job with, so I might go Tier 2. Or I could go as a Sole Employee of an Overseas Company and set up a branch office of the company I currently work for. Decisions, decisions. And then of course, there's the personal aspect - is this at all responsible? Am I insane? Am I doing the right thing for my kids? I know I can't wait until they're grown, I'd never want to move away from them and any grandkids. It feels like it's now or never, and I can't imagine being on my death bed thinking "damn, if I'd only conquered fear..."
So I'll be around, might have a few questions here or there. Thanks for reading!
~JT
