Years ago a cousin of mine was heading overseas as a volunteer to a war-torn country. She was super eager to go and attended organized training sessions before her departure. She told me that the trainers warned that come the 3-month mark that’s when feelings of being homesick kick in. So be prepared.
Yesterday on Facebook I was reading a thread where a friend of mine, who moved from Queensland to Melbourne a couple of years ago with her family, had days when she wanted to curl up on a corner and wished she could go ‘home’.
Revelations like those weigh on my mind about this possible 12-month move to London. I think I could overcome the homesickness. I’m not naïve enough to think it will escape me altogether. My major concern is, of course, my kids.
The possibility of moving was a decision Mr M and I came to; it’s something that we want to do. And I’m not saying that there was ‘no’ consultation with the kids but we did have to ‘convince’ them that it was a good idea and we even negotiated with them; initially I wanted to go for 2 years but the kids (for legitimate reasons) pulled it back to 1 year.
So for whoever out there has any advice, I’m all ears…or in the case of my blog, all eyes.