My DH and I are both in our mid-fifties. We aren't rich by any stretch, but we earn enough to be able to ride out the cost-of-living crisis. Our older two DCs have flown the nest. The younger one is in their second year at uni. We've recently completed the mortgage on our London home. We love where we live and have a strong community and a lovely group of friends, whom we have known since our kids were in Primary School. So, on the 'life' front, things are good. Workwise, we both have our frustrations. I am a deputy head and inclusion lead in a challenging primary school. The hours are long and emotionally draining and the paperwork is relentless. Before Christmas, after one of the hardest Autumn terms ever, I contemplated jacking it all in, but I am still more than a decade away from the age I can retire on a half-decent pension, at 67! DH has worked as an engineer at the same company for more than two decades. In the past five years he was passed over twice for promotion: on both occasions the promotion was blocked by the same line manager and given to much younger colleagues, both of whom DH had trained and mentored. The second time this happened, in spring last year, it had a seriously demoralising affect on my usually resilient, upbeat DH. Being overlooked twice for a role he could do with his eyes closed was a slap in the face. The thought of being boxed into the same job until he retires in 10 years has seriously affected his mental health and attitude towards work. And then the unexpected happened ...! A passing comment by another colleague about a consultancy job in Melbourne, led DH to send a speculative email. The response was almost immediate. The Melbourne company was highly interested in his skills and experience. Two facetime interviews later and they are offering him a job, starting as soon as the AUS$200k salary and a four-year skills-shortage visa can be sorted. DH is over the moon. I haven't seen him as excited and energised in a very long time. I, on the other hand, am an emotional wreck. I've realised something about myself. I don't do spontaneity and change. I am worried about our youngest and how they will cope if Mum and Dad are on the other side of the world. I love being there for them when they fancy a spontaneous visit. Even though we plan to leave the house for the DCs to use in our absence, coming home won't be the same. I don't want to say goodbye to our friends and supportive community, even for what will be (at most) a 4-year farewell. And yet I know that if I block this, and say I don't want to go, DH will be devastated. It is, potentially, a hugely rewarding move for him professionally and personally. And if, in 3-5 years time, he is still plodding away in the same dull job, contemplating another five years ahead of him, I will blame myself for the missed opportunity. What to do? What to do? Has anyone made a move like this to an overseas destination and found it to be the best decision they ever made? Should we just seize the day and embrace the adventure? Or am I right to be worried about causing upheaval at a point in our lives where everything seemed stable?