Throwing the hat in..
So, last night a decision was made. What was that decision?
Well, a local MP in Guy’s area has decided to retire. He has decided that he doesn’t want to be in office when he turns 60. So he is stepping down. I understand his decision whole heartily… I mean, the political life can be rough, especially when your in your “I should be retired” years.
Guy has decided to throw his hat in the political arena. This is not a surprise as his eventual goal is to become Prime Minister, and one has to start somewhere.
The surprise is the timing. We weren’t even going to start this kind of endeavour until he graduated, and I was over there with him.
At this stage, it is just submitting his name for even the option to run. But, if he gets selected, then he’ll start campaigning etc. He’d also be the youngest MP.
I am sad, as I want to be there to help him campaign etc. I had braced myself for the Political Wifely duty, but this is … Early!
I cannot tell him not to do it, because the opportunity is unlikely to present it’s self again any time soon and he’d be a fool not to submit his name.
This is what we have been hoping for. 3 years now, we have been working towards this. It’s just.. again… early!
If Guy were to get selected. And actually WIN the campaign… He would become a MP, and he would have a salary around £57,000 (I think thats the number he told me last night) a year, and also accommodation in London. (Well, up to £20,000 for accommodation) which.. hell. We could do nicely with that.
The money aside, this would be the perfect start to Guy’s political career and eventual run for Prime Minister.
We want this!
It would also mean, that if he won the campaign, I would be hot footing it out there sooner rather than later. (After I get my tax refund, I’ll be only like 5 months away from having the full amount I’m trying to save for the move. But with Guy’s salary, we wouldn’t have to wait those 5 months)
Methinks I’m going to start lighting candles and doing my witchy stuff.
I ask for prayers (doesn’t matter who you pray to), and thoughts and wishes to help in this matter as it would drastically change both mine and Guy’s life for the better.
Now, I’m being sensible, and I’m not getting my hopes up. I’ve known too many Murphey’s to be that silly. But I am letting that little hope in side of me actually think about how great it would be.
Yeah, moving to England sooner rather than later would be sweet, but it’s not even that that I’m thinking of. It’s the fact that if he did get this, he’d be one step closer to his dream, and for me that means a lot.
I can suffer through 16.5 more months of a job that makes me want to cry and pull my hair out.
I can horde my finances away each month for another 16.5 months. I’ve been doing it for over a year already.
I can live as I’ve been living for the last year and a half (I say that because, I wasn’t happy with my living setup prior to that coughDot/Amanda/Cherylcough
So when it comes down to it, I can and will live how I’ve been living for the last 2 years. But to have him get closer to his dream, sooner rather than later, would make everything much better for the both of us.