Almost 7 months ago (already) I boarded the plane with my husband at my side. To move across the world. Literally.
We said our goodbyes,and I sobbed the entire shuttle ride to the airport. I had my best friend with me and I was so excited to embark on a new adventure, but why was I so darn sad when it came time to say goodbye?
Saying goodbye to my sisters, and thinking how much I would miss out on their lives while we were gone hit home (they are 22, 9, and 7!)…and geez louise. Not to mention Tom’s family. Who had become like my own family long before I married Tom. I love them to pieces. I think it’ s because up until that point we had been so busy getting ready for the big move that I honestly didn’t have time to process, and dwell on how much I would miss them. It felt right in my heart, but why did my heart feel SO sad when it came time for goodbyes?
I look back at the pictures when we first got to Korea (7 months ago) and I think about how much we have grown since that time.
The morning we left for Korea my mom came into our hotel room, and gave me a much needed pep talk.
She said a lot of things to me with teary eyes, but basically it was this:
“You will always have a place to come back to.”
“Tom is where your home is now.”
” That we always can come back when we need help, advice, or a place to feel the love of your family.”
It’s like she just knew. She knew I needed to hear that. Moms are real good at that. I wasn’t doubting the decision to move to Korea, but I just needed a little bit of reassurance that I hadn’t lost my marbles. Leaving comfort is hard, but man am I ever counting my blessings here. There’s too many to blessings to count. I know this though: I’ve never regretted traveling. It’s like each time I travel I am displaced from beneath the place I call comfort…and I LOVE it. I absolutely freaking love it.
If money wasn’t an issue. I’d travel the entire world. I can’t even pick my top 5 places. I’d make stops back in Wisconsin/Minnesota to squeeze my loved ones, kiss my baby sisters on their cheeks, drink wine with my sister in laws, laugh, hang out, catch up, and talk with everyone that I love.
My home is wherever I am with Tom,but I will always have pieces of my heart in Wisconsin/Minnesota.
Where would you go if you could travel anywhere?
Surfing in Indonesia? African Safari? Killer Whale watching in South America? The Great Wall of China?
Watching the sunset in Fiji? Climbing in the Himalaya’s?
How do you pick when there are so many places to see? Things to do? Do you just close your eyes, and point your finger, and then spin the globe?
Dear traveling: You’re way cooler than sliced bread.
…and moms advice is usually right- just in case you haven’t figured that out yet 😉