It’s been since October of last year that I’ve written regularly on this blog. In fact, a few months ago I almost deleted the whole thing because I was so overwhelmed, constantly trying to keep track of everything we did so that I’d have a record of it somewhere. I needed the time away to remind myself that it’s okay to leave the camera at home once in awhile and just enjoy the moment even if I won’t remember it later. So that’s what I’ve been doing these past few months. That, and preparing for one heck of a life change.
We found out last month that we will be moving to London in May! We’ve known for some time now that a foreign exchange was possible. In early December, Cory took a business trip to London to help out with some of their accounting issues. When he returned home, he casually mentioned to his boss that they could really use his help over there on a more permanent basis. That got the ball rolling and for two months we would get a little information here and a little information there, but nothing absolute. It was a trying couple of months, not knowing where we would be living come summer. We’d already had an expat opportunity fall through for Tokyo back in September, so we were really trying not to get our hopes up on this one. Then on February 1st we finally got a decision from Cory’s boss – we were in!
The days that followed the news seem so scrambled in my memory. (Exactly the reason I feel the need to blog everything. My hippocampus must be bird-sized!) We were so busy during those first two weeks getting started on paperwork for our visas, researching schools and flats in London, and most importantly, telling our friends and family about the move. This part was particularly fun for me. The first person I told was my friend Andrea. We had gone to get tea on a Sunday afternoon and I just couldn’t hold the news in any longer. Her reaction was priceless – the initial shock, then the excitement for us, quickly followed by the realization that we wouldn’t be able to run and hang out together anymore. The news is bittersweet for us and for our friends. It’s exciting, of course, especially since it’s such a big move, but it also means we won’t be seeing each other for a number of years and there are many important life events that will happen in that time that we won’t get to be present for.
However, right now, whatever feelings I have of excitement and early onset homesickness are being overshadowed by my ever-present friend, anxiety, because there is So. Much. To. Do. I have been trying to compartmentalize as best I can and focus right now on what we need to get done here in Tennessee before the move. The biggest of these is selling the house. On Thursday last week, our realtor came out to the house to assess its worth and discuss the process with me. By Friday afternoon, a professional photographer had already been out to the house to get photos and video for our listing and there was a for sale sign in our front yard. That is the day I remember it feeling real, that we were actually moving to London.
It’s now been a week since our house was listed for sale and we’ve had five official showings, one unofficial showing (when a curious buyer without an agent stopped and asked us if they could see the house), a prospective buyer scheduled for tomorrow and an Open House on Sunday. I have never made my bed and tidied up the bathrooms so often as I have this past week. I know that showings do not equal offers, but I am hopeful that in the coming weeks the right person will come our way looking for a home in the country on acreage. The other two homes we’ve owned both sold in two weeks, so I’m crossing my fingers we experience the same luck with this one. The bar is set high, I know.
Now that something so monumental is happening in our lives, I am going to try my best to pick up the old blogging hobby where I left off. It will probably be sporadic over the next two months, but once we are officially overseas, I’m hoping this will be a place I can come and write about our new life and our travels without feeling the pressure I did last time. Goodness knows these next three years are going to be ones I’ll never want to forget!