Undecided

So I've received the call that I've been dreading and wanting at the same time.  I was offered a job, which ordinarily is always a good thing.  The bad thing is that it's not in London.  Since I decided to work on moving, I've had this picture of the next few years in my head.  Idealized, probably, but it just seemed to fit.

However, with the state of my current company, and the pay raise this new company is offering, it would be daft for me not to accept the position.  Basically my bubble's just feeling a bit burst.  I'm trying to not get overly upset about it, because London has never been a sure thing but it's a bit difficult. (Nerdy detour: If you watch Doctor Who, it's like when Donna realizes the life she's been living is a dream, and it just pops out of existence.  Yes that's a totally geeky comparison but that's whats been going through my head all day. Nerd rant over.) 

But I think I've gotten some perspective on it. If I were to take a job, I wouldn't want to leave mere months after I got there because that's just rude.  But I've been assured by people far smarter than me, that this is what people do, so that's not worrying me too much anymore. And while the position isn't my idea of perfect,  it is a good job, with a good company and it has a fantastic salary. Now I've never wanted to be one of those people that take a job for money alone. I've got tons of ideas and ways to help people in my head and would really like to find a job doing that, regardless of money (as rose-colored glasses as that sounds).  But with this salary, I can afford to pay off credit cards and bills.  That means that when London does happen, I can go debt-free. 

So all in all, I guess I'm not so undecided anymore.  It throws a wrinkle into my plans, but it may just turn into a good thing, I hope....