In three days, I will jump in a car and drive away from happiness. By choice. After over a decade of planning we begin the journey to life afloat. But right now, I’m intensely sad about leaving what I have.
Life is good:
For 10 years I’ve been an entomologist technician (read: research with insects). I love my job and I work with the most amazing people. I will miss them most.
My kids attend a fantastic daycare with loving carers.
I commute by bike or foot which gives me enormous amounts of pleasure, incidental exercise, and uninterrupted thinking time.
I will miss our regular activities like meeting friends at the markets and swimming lessons (catch ups with other mums).
We have a wonderful circle of friends. Our catch ups aren’t so frequent nowadays and tend to be centred around playgrounds rather than kitesurfing locations or coffee shops, but they are still good. Come visit peeps!
Our neighbours are fantastic and have been known to drop in with wine and toys when the toddler tantrums are in full swing.
I have a first class view for every meal – which makes those dinner time tantrums more bearable!
Good bye good life. I have a gazillion bags to pack, no time for nostalgia.