For a long time when I was younger I lived and worked abroad and loved it. Have never managed to find work I love as much as the work I did then, although my job here is perfectly ok. It just doesn't make my heart sing. Opportunities keep coming up in various countries that are similar to those I had then- but I keep saying no because although I know it would bring me great professional fulfilment I can't stand the idea of uprooting my family.
But I guess my AIBU is: am I being overly sentimental about this? We have primary school-aged children and I hate the idea of them saying goodbye to all their pals, taking them both out of the lovely community and neighbourhood we've tried so hard to connect with, and- big one- taking them even further away from their elderly grandparents (one of whom is on their own; none have any other family. They would be gutted.) The countries we'd be going to would involve a different language and culture and, importantly I feel, there'd be no obvious cut-off to the job: people go and do these sorts of roles for years on end. There's not always an easy route back.
It just feels like I'd be moving everyone simply for my professional ambitions, which doesn't seem fair, although DH is totally on board and could work from anywhere. I worry I will regret not doing it when I'm older- but I'm not sure I can put us all through it now. Any words of wisdom?
YABU- you are massively overthinking the negatives of what could be an amazing experience for you all
YANBU- sounds like the right decision for your family