I’m really good at saying goodbye, so it’s probably very fitting that I start a blog with one.
I came to England with two suitcases. A student at the time, my plan was to stay for a semester and then return home to California to graduate. In the end, I’ve stayed for twelve years. (I did, however, graduate.) During that time I got married, possibly the one person I’ve managed to never say goodbye to. I’ve lived in 5 different places, had 8 jobs and 2 kids. I’m great at leaving- and terrible at staying in touch.
There are probably a lot of psychological and spiritual reasons as to why that is. I’m a big fan of self improvement so Ive spent a lot of time pondering it. But very soon my family and I will be packing up and moving again, this time across the Atlantic to a big unknown and, hopefully, a big adventure. And one thing I know with surprising certainty- this one’s going to be hard.
Uprooting myself has always been easy; asking my husband and daughters to do it- not so much. I sense that this is going to be a spiritual and emotional journey just as much as it is a physical one, and this blog will be a place for me to speak my thoughts- to commemorate the moments that are important, and to say a ‘proper’ goodbye to the things which deserve at least that much.
We have 20 days to decide what to do with all we own before the big Goodbye. Know what each of us can take with us? Two suitcases.