“How would you feel about maybe moving to Germany?” says Zac as we take our daily 5 pm phone call.
Zac is self-employed and works exceedingly hard with long hours that often stretch late into the night. I am an early bird who not only works full-time in an office but teaches Spin classes on the side. The only time during the week we get to talk to each other is while we are both sat in the same rush-hour traffic, trying to get to opposite ends of our city.
I think it is a joke, so I laugh and say “Sure, let’s go!”
“I’m serious” Zac explains “There is a company in Germany that a friend of a friend works for and they are desperately seeking skilled welders to come on board for a huge project. I think I’m going to go for an interview.”
And so, 2 weeks later, I drop Zac at Cardiff airport early one morning for a flight to Munich. He returns on a Friday evening in late June, jumps into the passenger seat and says “So seriously how do you feel about moving to Germany? Because I start my new job on August 1st.”
Over the next 6 weeks, we have to end our current tenancy, find a new place to rent in Germany, find a suitable car to travel across Europe in, find a removals company to take all our furniture at a decent price, figure out bills and costs and taxes, I have to leave my full-time job and the gyms that I teach at, find a job in Germany and say goodbye to my beautiful friends and family.
Suddenly, it is the end of July and we find ourselves on the long drive from our home town to Bavaria, Germany. 13 hours of driving and 2-hour ferry ride later, we arrive. We have booked ourselves into a hotel for our first 2 nights here (thank god) and even though it is only 6 pm, we both decide to shower and then collapse onto our bed in a pile of exhaustion.
Tomorrow, we will start to build a new life.