In about a month, my family and I will have about 5 suitcases to our name, three one way flights, and two new careers.
It both excites and terrifies the living bejezus out of me.
Maybe I should backtrack a bit here. Let me tell you about a brief story leading up to all this.
In a nutshell, my husband and I have been living on and off in China for the past 8 years. We fell in love, got married and had our son here. But we decided that we are moving on, because it wasn’t a place we want to raise our child, and our long term goal is to be back in the US (If you’re really interested in this story, let me know and I’ve got a ton of blog posts in my drafts folder).
When we told friends and family we were moving back, almost everyone talked about how tough it would be. All of this had to do with stuff. Physical stuff. Funnily enough, nobody talked about the emotional aspects of moving.