I’m moving to America soon…
Yep. I may have told a few of you in confidence in recent months, but I can now state officially that the visa has been processed, the flights are booked and the resignations have been tendered: Jen and I are moving the States (more specifically, Seattle) in mid-April.
Although we’ve only just made it public, we’ve been preparing for this for a while now. There are a few reasons why we’ve decided to head over. Jen’s been away from her friends and family back home for long enough, and so now it’s my turn. And I’m looking forward to all the potential opportunities that could await us over there. I’m very excited to begin a new chapter of our lives in the US.
The preparation for all of this has been one of the most exciting yet sad and even daunting experiences I’ve ever had.
I’ve been slowly selling prized personal possessions and giving away or otherwise getting rid of others in a bid to soon attempt to fit my life into two (maybe three) suitcases. I’m the worst kind of hoarder, and I do get rather attached to my belongings. Some of them I know I’ll not easily be able to find again or replace. As I prepare to let them go, they tend to trigger a flood of memories. It’s preparing me for the big move and making it feel more “real”, but it’s also very sad at the same time.
It’s daunting because, well, who knows what’s around the corner? We’re moving over without jobs pinned down at the time of writing, which is intimidating at the best of times (and given the financial climate, dramatically more so). Will my qualifications and my experience even count for much over there? However daunting, we can’t allow such trepidations to place our lives on hold any longer.
But it’s exciting because it’s a fresh start, and the potential opportunity it presents is energising. Much of Jen’s family and her friends – many of which are now my family and friends – are over there, and we can’t wait to spend more time with the people we so rarely get the chance to. I’m also well overdue for my next adventure, and what better time to do it than the point in time when life (supposedly) begins; my 30th birthday will have not long been and gone by the time we make the move overseas.
Of course, and most importantly, I’m also going to be leaving behind my family and a lifetime’s worth of friends, all of whom I’m going to miss terribly. Please, don’t be strangers. I’ll be sure to keep you all posted on my adventures right here, so please continue to stop by.