I don’t know where else to write this. But, I know that when I’m feeling frustrated or sad or overwhelmed with almost any emotion, writing is the best way for me to deal with how I feel. So, I’ll write here. I get this compulsive need to write from my dad. He’ll get it.
This is HARD. Leaving Sydney is so f**king hard. We’re happy here. Incredibly happy. Our daughter is happy here. This is literally all she knows. And it’s SO good. Our lives here are wonderful. We don’t have a house, we drive a fairly old car, we don’t have fancy clothes or shoes or toys. But, we can travel. We have playgroups and parks and beaches (oh, the beaches!) and friends.
Y’all. We have the most incredible friends. Georgia has the most wonderful group of little friends and most of their parents are our big friends and they are uniformly deeply good people. When you’re an expat you have to find people to fill the gaps left by not being near family. And, whilst we miss our family almost painfully and are literally moving around the world to be with them right now, the family of friends that we’ve got here is significant and special and have helped us get through these first three years of parenthood. I cannot overstate the importance of these people in our lives.
We didn’t plan this. In early 2005, when Andy got a job offer from KPMG in Sydney, we assumed we’d come over, have a two year adventure and go back home to lives that we knew. Now, eleven years later, THIS is the life that we know. And sometimes moving home scares the absolute crap out of me.
But. But, our families. I get short of breath when I think about how much I miss them. How happy Georgia is when she’s playing with her cousins. I literally CRAVE camping trips with my brother and baseball games with my dad and my father-in-law’s bad jokes and good banana pudding.
So, we pack. And we sell furniture. And we ship boxes and we say goodbye. And it will all be ok. I know it will. But, right now, in our apartment with 75% of the furniture missing, with dinner in the oven and Spring rain falling outside, it hurts like hell.