How did it come to be that I only have 8 nights left in my homeland. How did yearning to leave city life behind and give something alternative a try snowball into a homesick husband and then before we knew it we were sending all our worldly possessions out to sea for 10 weeks and canceling our library card. I think the logistics department in my head has been dancing around my emotions, trying to keep them from having a meltdown, enlisting my mental marketing team to quash any angst with a well revised ‘reasons we are moving’ campaign.
I’ve known our departure date was approaching. It is just all of a sudden I am faced with the emotion connected to such a life changing step. Burying my emotional head in the sand for the past months has helped my logistical head tackle the tasks of selling our house, organising shipping and canceling accounts and cards.
However, friends and family aren’t belongings; you can’t put them in a box in storage. Saying goodbye to people is so hard, even when you know you will see them again in 6 months time. It feels like we are walking away from a well established life to go and start a whole new one from scratch somewhere else. Saying goodbye to the comfort that only familiarity can bring is nerve wracking. I have found myself asking ‘why are we doing this?’ over and over. Why would anyone shake up their life like this? And all of a sudden my emotions get the better of me and I turn into a nervous wreck. Quick, someone call the marketing team in for an emergency meeting.
Cue the PowerPoint presentation to remind me why we agreed to do this …how will we know what it will be like until we try it... our aim is to be mortgage free, in return freeing up funds to spend traveling the globe with the kids, to live in the countryside, to be connected to landscape and nature, to grow our own fruit and veg, to watch real seasons change, to be part of a small community for all its good and bad…….I calm with each bullet point.
Crisis averted.
Back to packing the suitcase.
