The past week has been quite a whirlwind! We moved out of our house, and into a hotel while we wrapped up all the loose ends of our life in England. We found time to say goodbye to friends and schedule final playdates and sleepovers.
And then we boarded an Air New Zealand flight (which was so nice I might devote an entire post to it) and found ourselves back in Los Angeles.
After 3.5 years of living overseas, our time is up. As they say, all good things must come to an end. I've had a lot of mixed feelings about moving back, and I think that's why I haven't mentioned it here before.
I loved being an expat. I loved the travel and the cultural experiences. I loved meeting new people and trying new things. And I feel so fortunate to have had these opportunities.
I love California too, and it feels like home to be back in America. We're living in our own house and my big kids started school today. And everything seems normal.
But I know that I have changed. I made more of an effort to introduce myself to the other parents standing outside the kindergarten classroom today. And when I heard a mom with a French accent I felt and instant kinship with her- this stranger in a strange land raising third culture kids. I know what that's like. I've done it, too.
And so begins the journey of settling back in and making a home in our homeland. I'm sure there will be some adjustments, but so far, it is good to be home.
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