The past month has been a blur. All the days have blended into one big mass of stress and boxes. The logistics of moving 9,000 miles away has become more than I anticipated. And work has been a disaster. I’ve had to crunch 2 weeks of work into one because such is life and nothing ever goes as planned. But this past week has been good.
This week, we were able to say our goodbyes to those we love and those who love and support us.
Crazy, right?! Here’s how that happened…
I recently visited India with a travel group that I am a member of. The sights, the food, and the people had me in this state of suspended animation. It was as if life stopped for me and I was able to enjoy every moment without my thoughts being carried away. I walked the Taj Mahal in bare feet and touched the marble as I observed and took it all in. Dancing and drinking with an Indian family during Holi was one of the most amazing experiences of my adult life. The warmth and acceptance with which we were treated, I still carry that feeling with me today. I was able to be present and in the moment. That seemed to be a luxury these days.
On my journey home, I met a woman living in Mumbai with her two children around the age of my son. I got to know her family and even became Facebook friends with them. In the cyber stalking that ensued, I discovered their photos of Thanksgivings in Sri Lanka and Spring Breaks in Oman. I wanted that life with my children. I wanted them to know what countries accepted the Rupee and what is the official language of Laos. I wanted to give my son the invaluable education of being a world traveler. So, on the 14-hour flight home I made the decision that I was going to move abroad.