Sometimes in life the stars seem to align and things just happen, or you’re in the right place at the right time talking to the right person. Sometimes, all of the pain, sweat and sleepless nights pay off. Sometimes serendipity really is a thing.
That’s been my life the past few weeks. Or more to the point our lives.
All of the job rejections, the unhappiness with city life, the terrible homesickness that’s only gotten worse over the years… they’ve all neatly lined up, one after the other and led us to where we are now… or where we will be in several months.
We’re moving to Virginia.
Didn’t see that coming, did you?
Neither did we.
Like I said, sometimes things just fall into place and the universe (finally) conspires to give you a bit of a helping hand and nudge into a new, exciting direction. N and I are about to embark on a new adventure… an adventure that, we think, is going to pretty much change everything and open up a whole new world of possibilities for both of us.
Moving back to the USA has always been an option, an idea saved for musing upon on a sleepless night. We just didn’t think it would happen this way with such an amazing opportunity. We always envisioned it would involve Kentucky, my family helping out and having to move back in with my grandparents for a time. Instead, it’s scarier than that–we’ll be on our own. It’s a terrifying thought but not terrifying enough to stop us.
There aren’t any set moving dates yet. We’re at the mercy of the US visa and immigration system (which I’m sure you’ll get many angsty posts about) so it could either be super quick or super long. We’re setting our sights on the end of September or early October as a benchmark.
Watch this space!