In less then a week we will be boarding a plane. We'll have checked our bags, stashed our carry-ons, and settled in for the flight. 4 hours later, we'll be on the other side of the country.
A place called Nova Scotia. A place we'll call home. It's already become home to us. It's the constant answer to my two and half old's questions of where, what and why.
"In Nova Scotia, darling."
The goodbyes are starting to be said. 'Till next time.
We've been living out of suitcases for a month and half already. Living with my in-laws, traveling for work and pleasure, tying up loose ends.
We'll be repacking those suitcases come Monday, making sure it all fits within airline regulations.
There's no checklist for emotions. No list of feelings one must feel when one moves across the country. It's been a roller coaster ride of excitement, anticipation, nervousness, mingled with a little fear of the unknown.
Tears have been shed. Laughter has filled the air. I've grabbed moments and held them close, memorizing faces and places.
It's not always easy. This business of packing oneself up and moving. But the hard stuff isn't to be feared, it's all part of the journey.
And so I embrace it.