Today marks the day I flew with my cats and all of my remaining 10 suitcases full of possessions and clothes, and said good bye to the US. (Even though I was back on a plane within a month to return, and kept going back every few months until Covid hit.)
It took me a while to understand whether I really liked it here, or just the newness of it was appealing to me. But since my baseline is “I don’t like change”, new is not always good for me. Then throw in not knowing the language, and the streets etc. It could have been very intimidating.
But I do like it. ( Dare I say I love it?) I love the people, the land, the pace of life. I love it that my two boys have their grandparents in their life since both of my parents have passed. The schools are great. It’s good. It was definitely a quality of life decision. Not an economic one.
One of my crew told me that today was the anniversary of the Rocko debut. (which I did not know). 27 years ago today. So it’s odd I chose this date to also make the biggest move of my life.