Well, we got THE letter. The husband's work is taking us home. It's official. It's really happening. Wow. Too many emotions running through my head.
I'm deeply attached to my friends here. Along with my faith, my friends have helped me to learn, to grow, to laugh and to really understand living where I've been living. There's no point in moving to a foreign country unless you are willing to 'get in there' and really learn from others about where they come from. You have to want to learn about other cultures. I can't begin to explain how much I'm going to miss my friends here. The blessing in disguise is that many of my friends eventually will return to their home countries. I will then have a long list of awesome folks I can travel the globe visiting.
Part of all the traveling around as my husband's career has moved us from place to place has been the re-inventing of myself. Meaning, that my core of who 'me' is doesn't change. The skills and talents I have get the chance to express themselves in different ways each time we have moved. Living here in this region, my skills have been stretched and pushed to their utmost. That is a really good thing. I have had to now resign from some elected volunteer positions that have been extraordinary experiences. Having to walk away from those types of things has been a very painful experience. At the same time, I am deeply excited to go home and to try out my new found skills doing something else. It's time to re-invent again.
Watching what my kids are going through has also been profound and at times very difficult. This school and this place, particularly for Munchkin #2, have been all they really have ever known. To go back to the home country and to navigate through the school system there is going to be a learning curve. The fact that I am a trained educator should hopefully, enshallah, make a difference. My munchkins are having to decide what toys etc come on the plane with them and what goes on the ship and what goes to charity. It is a very tough time for them. Knowing how I feel about leaving my friends here, I can imagine what they might be going through.
I am very happy we are going home. It feels very very 'right'. But, the heart is just totally heavy raging with many emotions.
Peace.
I'm deeply attached to my friends here. Along with my faith, my friends have helped me to learn, to grow, to laugh and to really understand living where I've been living. There's no point in moving to a foreign country unless you are willing to 'get in there' and really learn from others about where they come from. You have to want to learn about other cultures. I can't begin to explain how much I'm going to miss my friends here. The blessing in disguise is that many of my friends eventually will return to their home countries. I will then have a long list of awesome folks I can travel the globe visiting.
Part of all the traveling around as my husband's career has moved us from place to place has been the re-inventing of myself. Meaning, that my core of who 'me' is doesn't change. The skills and talents I have get the chance to express themselves in different ways each time we have moved. Living here in this region, my skills have been stretched and pushed to their utmost. That is a really good thing. I have had to now resign from some elected volunteer positions that have been extraordinary experiences. Having to walk away from those types of things has been a very painful experience. At the same time, I am deeply excited to go home and to try out my new found skills doing something else. It's time to re-invent again.
Watching what my kids are going through has also been profound and at times very difficult. This school and this place, particularly for Munchkin #2, have been all they really have ever known. To go back to the home country and to navigate through the school system there is going to be a learning curve. The fact that I am a trained educator should hopefully, enshallah, make a difference. My munchkins are having to decide what toys etc come on the plane with them and what goes on the ship and what goes to charity. It is a very tough time for them. Knowing how I feel about leaving my friends here, I can imagine what they might be going through.
I am very happy we are going home. It feels very very 'right'. But, the heart is just totally heavy raging with many emotions.
Peace.
Have you considered continuing blog and describing "repatriation" efforts, etc? What has changed since you have been abroad, etc.?
ReplyDeleteThe blog will continue. It has been a crazy busy time getting moved out of the sand box. Thanks for asking. It is nice to know I have readers in addition to my rocking awesome parents.
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