Sometimes, while we’re waiting for a sign, life’s waiting for us to decide. — Six years ago, I was stuck. Hard. For the previous two-and-a-half years, I’d tried out some international moves, never ultimately wrangling the job prospects, visas, income, or general fulfillment I’d been aiming for. Now I was broke, in my early-30s, exhausted from all the fruitless effort — and resigned to…