Last week was hard work.
There were tears. Yes, more tears.
There were big days and late nights, a bit
of packing and a lot of melancholy conversations about saying goodbye to great
people and exciting projects in pursuit of an as-yet-unclear Next Life Stage.
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It’s been hard balancing the increasing,
lovely, enthusiasm of our families for our increasingly imminent return with
the rising tide of panic and anxiety and sadness and uncertainty that comes
with calling time on five years. I’m aware of the first world nature of my
problems – having to give up an amazing job and say goodbye to amazing friends
to move to another pretty amazing country (despite the fuckwit running the
place) where amazing family and other amazing friends live and where there will
hopefully be other amazing job opportunities and if not, well at least there
will be amazing beaches and amazing coffee.
There’s lots that is amazing, see.
And yet…