It’s Friday morning and Joe is asleep for his usual 9am-ish nap. Whew. Yesterday he didn’t go down till after 10am, which meant missing my postnatal boot camp. I’m all for getting out and helping Joe learn that he sometimes needs to adjust and adapt his schedule, but I’m also one for picking my battles. I decided not to fight that one. Still, I’m glad that it wasn’t a struggle on this morning.
My feet are propped up on the couch, the kitchen is (somewhat) clean with dishes in the machine, counters wiped, food put away, and tonight’s dinner thawing in the fridge. I can hear school children laughing and rough-housing in the street below as they prepare to embark on a field trip. Bless the teachers and docents in charge of them!
I look to my right and I see this bouquet:
Chris surprised me with them this morning. He left for work, and about 30 minutes later I heard his key in the lock. Imagine my surprise when he walked through the door with them as an early “Mother’s Day” gift. I’m blessed beyond measure to have such a wonderful man by my side. It’s been 7 1/2 years and I love him more now than I ever have.
It’s time to tell you guys some news.
Chris, Joe and I will be leaving New Zealand. Chris was offered a job at a university in Virginia with a start date of August 2013 (note that it’s over a year away). We still have plenty of time in New Zealand, or so I keep telling myself. Except that the months are already filling up. Chris has many conferences over the next year that will take him to the US, to Germany, to Australia, and to various parts of New Zealand. It’s also highly likely that we’ll be spending several weeks in Oxford and possibly a few in Scotland at the tail end of that. We’ll see.
Making the decision to move to Virginia wasn’t easy. I’d say that for 90% of the final 3 months of this process, I was opposed to leaving New Zealand. I’ve had a very positive time here. New Zealand has its issues and problems like any other country, but I’ve grown quite attached to it. It’s funny, because had you asked me to move back to the US during the first year, or even year and a half, of being here, I would have been able to agree without too much sadness or sorrow. Something about that 1 1/2 year mark, though, must do it. This has become home.
Virginia will be home, too. Once the decision had been made and we knew we were moving, I was 100% supportive of Chris and behind him all the way. I’m excited to move there and to meet new people. I’m excited to live in what appears to be a very family-friendly town. I’m thrilled at the prospect of being within a day’s drive of both sets of parents.
I’m sad, too, and it wouldn’t be honest to say that I wasn’t. I can work myself into a cry if I think about leaving all of our friends over here, but I can also cry if I think about living so far from our families. This is a good decision, even if it’s a hard one.
We’ve certainly got plenty to keep us busy in the interim. The fact that our current apartment has just been listed on the market and that we’re very likely going to be hopscotching from house to house over the next 15 months means that I’m sure that I’ll be quite happy to settle down in Virginia. That will be our 7th move in what will by that point be 8 1/2 years of marriage. I’m very excited for Chris, too. This is a wonderful opportunity for him and I’m glad that he has the chance to pursue it.
I’ll still keep blogging about life as an expat. Moving is just part of the game. And like I said, it’s looking very certain that Joe and I will be with Chris in the UK for several weeks. I’m excited about that and already thinking of all the various sites that we can see while there. I’m sure that I’ll have plenty to say!