It feels like the hands on the clock have flown by. As of May 9th, I had three months to prepare for the biggest move of my life so far. Now I’m sitting here at four days, and I have no idea where the time went. It’s overwhelming, and scary, and awesome, and exciting, and a little bittersweet, but the fireworks in my belly and the joy in my heart tell me that this new adventure I’m embarking on is the best decision I’ve ever made for myself.
In four sweet, short days, I’ll say ‘see you later’ to my family and friends (it will never be goodbye) and hop on my one-way flight to the UK. No one was surprised when I applied for the transfer with work. It’s been a long time coming, a dream I’ve had for years, and it’s finally mine. No more dreaming. I don’t expect it to be a fairytale, I don’t expect it to be easy, but what’s life without the surprise? I’m up for the new challenges, the new experiences and the complete escape from my comfort zone.
I can’t say enough about the love and support I’ve received over the last three months. I don’t know if I’d be as calm and collected as I am now without it – honestly. I’d give myself a few weeks in before I turned into a basket case. If someone you love is preparing for a move like this, give them that love and support. Ask them the questions, the hard ones if you feel like they’re making a rash decision, but if you see it’s right for them, then love them while they’re still right in front of you because those are the feelings they’ll remember when it’s time to go. If you’re preparing for a move like this yourself, keep a few things in mind.
- Don’t think too hard. That may sound like a horrible piece of advice, but in today’s world, we tend to think of everything that could go wrong. There are a LOT of answers for what could go wrong – I’m actually usually the worst for that. But I knew in my heart that this is what I wanted. I knew that if I didn’t take the opportunity, I’d be sitting here twenty years from now, wondering what would have happened if I had just taken the chance. If you’re where I was three months ago, take the chance. If you don’t, it will haunt you. If it crashes and burns? At least you gave it your all.
- Saying farewell is going to suck. A lot. It doesn’t matter how excited you are, you will deflate as soon as you see a coworker, friend or family member cry. It happens, and it’s okay to have a boo-hoo yourself. Give yourself that, give them that, because it does hurt to leave the people you love behind. Don’t let anyone tell you it’s not okay to be upset. This is your decision, this is your life, but these are also the people you love. It’s okay to know you’ll miss them.
- After this deflation, take a deep breath and relax. Give yourself at least fifteen minutes to get yourself together, dry your eyes and pick yourself up. You may have a heavy heart, but if you still feel that jitter of excitement in your chest, you have, 100%, without a doubt, made the right decision. Hold on to that and don’t let go.
So I’m going to chronicle the adventure as best as I can, as honestly as I can, because I think that’s important. The good, the bad and the ugly – it’ll all be here, raw and bare and as transparent as I can get.
If you have any advice for me, or have any questions about this emotional process, please get in touch with me.
Love yourselves, darlings.
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