Nostophobia

Yesterday in the late night, the German consultant called me, exactly as he promised a week earlier. He asked me in a serious tone, if I still want to proceed with my application. "Yes", I replied. Did he want me to answer "no" instead? All these deeds originate from his unthoughtful suggestion, "all the technical positions are located in Germany. I can help you to forward your application to the head of development. We are good friends". Little did he thought about if his company hires a complete foreigner, the work permit, the interview arrangements, etc., as if my willingness to relocate was the only concern. In fact, I am a little bit surprised that he has been keeping his promises. He is more serious than I thought, but my "yes" probably sounded more determined than I really am. I feel my worries about starting a brand new life again, all alone, in a foreign little town in the less affluent NW. Without the beautiful Blackforest, the lovely Neckar, the "warm" southern Germans, and a group of fun-loving exchange students, can I still love my life in Germany as much as before? Be cautious, I am betting with my golden years. A job with 50% of travels is what I love and hate. After all, traveling around the world is not my ultimate goal. Maybe I simply want to live a plain normal life?