As we've begun to say our goodbyes something struck me pretty hard the other day. I am saying goodbye to a life I love. A life that brings me great joy. I'm leaving a job I love, co-workers I love, a neighborhood I love, a gym I love, a state I love, friends that I love, family I love, the list goes on. I've created my own intentional sadness in purposefully saying goodbye to a life I love.
It seems that most people who seek this kind of major life change are usually doing it because there is something in their life that is causing them to want a new start. A divorce, a crappy job, bad luck, little connection to friends and family... Who knows, maybe I am wrong in my assumption about this but how many people do you know that leave a life that brings them immense happiness? Maybe, however, there are more people like us who feel a primal urge to see the world and that is the reason they uproot their lives like we have.
Please hear me when I say that my sadness does not mean that I regret our decision or that I am second guessing our impending move. It does mean, however, that I am human and that goodbyes are hard. It also means that I get to redefine a new life that I love while abroad with a family that I love and come back to visit a home and the amazing people therein, that I love.
