I’m not quite terrified, trepidacious maybe? We’re leaving Australia and I don’t know when we’ll be back. I’m craving the security of a home, a job, a routine and my friendships. Why was I not happy with that? Hang on, I was! WHAT ARE WE DOING?
The grass is ALWAYS greener somewhere else.
Our bags are packed, our plane awaits. I know it will be OK, but behind the smiles are nervous anxious choked-back tears. At least I will be too busy keeping two kids entertained for 8 hours to dwell on what we’ve left behind.