Since I met Mr. H back in September of 2008 and started on this crazy expat/immigrant journey I have lived in 7 places in three countries. That my friends is a whole lotta moving! When you move that much though it gets ingrained in you and moving becomes a way of life.
waiting for our night train on our last move
So this week while we have been getting for our summer of traveling I keep forgetting that we are not once again on the move. Yesterday on the bus I kept saying things like ” O I wish we had tried that restaurant” and ” I am sure going to miss all of our friends here”. Mr. H just kept laughing and going remember Bailie this is just a trip not a move!
Copenhagen airport, New Years Eve 2008
I also keep wanting to throw out things that we will actually need when we get back or could be useful like the box of sugar cubes and bag of oatmeal! Ok and I also cried about being gone for the summer since this is our home and well all sorts of things I could think of which were silly but this really has thrown me for an emotional limbo I was just not prepared for!