A UK recruitment agency called to ask me if I was interested in a manager job. Unfortunately, in the UK. Full time, on site. Had to turn it down.
sods law. still, shows your skills are still in demand, right? 
Yeah, it's a good thing they called. I'm still tempted to call back and change my mind, but I don't see how that would work out.
What would the job be?
"Document manager", meaning that I'd be in charge of some tech writers and supervise/be the architect behind the company's documentation strategy. It sounded like my thing. 
Couldn't you move?
Says the biggest baby in the world about moving, although she has done it countless times.
I could, maybe, but my family wouldn't. I don't want my kids to grow up without me.
I moved a lot, dozens of times, when I was a kid, but after I finally got a place of my own, 24 years ago, I have only moved 4 times.
That is a lot of times. Why did you have to move so much when you were a kid?
My father had a drinking problem and couldn't hold a job for very long, which meant that he didn't pay enough of the bills and we got kicked out a lot, basically. There was a horrible three-year period when we didn't stay in one place for more than a few weeks at a time,with two exceptions (of around five or six months each).
Most of this was after we left Finland, btw. I suppose we had fewer relatives to help us out. /shrugs
When I started at the uni and got my own place, I stayed there for eight years. 
That's terrible that you moved so much.
We really didn't, except for one really bad year. My dad re-located when I was six, moved once more into a permanent house and we stayed there until I was seventeen.
At that time he relocated again, but the job did not work out. He only stayed at that job for three months, then we moved back "home." So, in one year we moved into a company temporary house, then a rental apartment, then bought a house in a period of three months. Since it did not work out we moved back across the state again, into an apartment and two months later they found the house where my dad spent the rest of his life.
But kind of like your bad years, but not as bad. It was five moves in one year.
Since I've been on my own I have moved around a bit."Living" on the road, I had lots of apartments and almost NO furniture. I had my stereo and a couch, some books and a desk lamp and other than a few mismatched plates and eating utensils, that was it. Where ever I had set my stereo up WAS home.
