We are coming home

By the end of July, this is where I will be. By August, this is where Pat will be too. I’ve been sitting on this giant egg for quite some time and finally am able to let a little peak out. I’m terrified, but so ready. We are coming home. At least more home than we have been in the past 5 years. Instead of 2,300 miles away, we’ll be 800 which in terms of miles is close. We are one flight away instead of 3. We’ll finally be able to celebrate holidays with the people you’re supposed to spend holidays with. I have no idea where we are going to live. I am grasping at ideas of how we will get there. I have no idea who we will meet yet, but as Pat said last night – somewhere out there right now are our new friends.
I’ve done this before, uprooted my entire life and his. My stints have usually come in 4 years, but there has been a 9 monther in there and PA has been 5. I hear it takes at least 2 years to get settled in a new place; for it to feel slightly like home. But I can’t think about that until I’m surrounded by all that is alien. I’m going to be busy wrapping up my life here, putting it in boxes, freaking out my cat with the prospects, throwing away excess, preparing myself for an ending and beginning.