I am still here.
I have emerged from the chaos.
I have survived the incredibly hellish move, the journey over land and sea, the displacement to an entirely new (yet familiar) place.
I have survived the 3 months of preparing for the move, the sorting and purging and packing, the hellish week of emptying and cleaning the house, the day of travel on 2 hours of sleep, the 2 weeks in a resort hotel right next to the Jet Ski hut, the 3 weeks of living out of a suitcase, the strange beds and kitchens where you don't know where anything is, the start of a new job. We have survived the search for a new place to live, a new car to drive, a new life to settle in to.
We landed in the world of the tropics, steel bands, beaches, and a slightly more laid back lifestyle. A lifestyle we haven't enjoyed for more than ten years.
I sometimes have to pinch myself, wondering if this is all a dream. I am slightly suspicious when things keep falling into place, and working out as we need them to. I think, 'wow, that is just what we need, and it is right here in front of us! How come it is all working out this time?'
But it is, and I am trying not to question it too much. Instead of being skeptical, I am attributing our success to all the hard work and effort we put in to get us to this point.
It is strange though. We are actually getting what we want...a concept that we are a bit unfamiliar with. It is a peculiar concept to be sure, but we have endured much more extraordinary things, so I think we can make it through this.
And as we get more settled, you should see me back to writing, blogging, and creating. One thing at a time.
With that, I am going to live it up, and get myself to the pool, because, well, why not?