It’s less than two weeks until we go.
Up until now I’ve been focused on the organizing, and the process, and the newness of everything. Then, a couple of week ago, Sibling 1 offered to host an early Thanksgiving and Farewell Elaine dinner for the family. Whoa. “Farewell dinner”. Then some good friends sent me a beautiful going-away card. And my neighbours want to get together for a final drink. Suddenly excitement is turning to something else – this is starting to sink in. I’m leaving. I’m going away. I won’t see many of these people for two years – I’m not exactly sad, but this is not going to be easy. I know COVID has taught me you don’t have to be in the same room with someone to stay in touch, but this is the other side of a very big ocean.
Well, if homesickness comes, I’ll ride it out and focus on the positive. (and call my sisters. A lot.)