09 June 2014

7, 6, 5, 4, 3....

There is one week left; one more week of preparations. One more week to do everything I can to enjoy my beautiful life in Portland.
We went to church to celebrate Pentecost, just like normal.

It still seems like life is going on as normal: Cecilia and I went to church together this weekend; I'm still working (and even picking up extra shifts); and Cecilia still has school. I feel like I can't quite comprehend that it's almost over. I'm still feeling like I'm going to be working my current job forever. I feel like this week isn't going to go by.

For a long time, I couldn't muster up enough courage to leave. I was terrified and I wanted time to stop so I could enjoy my parents and my friends and my home. Now I just want time to go faster. I'm ready for it to be time to go. I'm ready for it to be time to load up and pull away and not look back for awhile. I am not afraid anymore. I am not the only wife doing this. I'm not the only one who has done this. Emily has done this. Krystal has done this. Holly has done this. There are countless women who have made this trek before me (I love all of you ladies, even if I didn't link your blog. Those are the ones I can remember off the top of my head). There are other women who are going to make this trek after me as well. In fact, this video is the story of a woman who is going to be headed south this month as well:

The Exiled Wife from So Be It Films on Vimeo.

It's a shame and a sad testament to our beautiful country that women (and some men!) are forced to leave their home for the sake of love. It's not my husband's fault he was born in the wrong place. I love him regardless.

I'm officially mentally ready to go; but maybe I should get on and finish packing!

1 comment:

  1. I hated the last week with a passion! Is so stressed out and felt like the end was never going to get here. Now it's been exactly five months today since I crossed that international border. Time flies Amiga! Buena suerte y nos vemos en dos semanas.

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