I’ve moved before. But nothing like this. Once as a kid, we packed up our house and moved across town. After college, I moved in with friends while I worked. When I got married, I moved in with my husband. But this move, not just across town or to a new area code, this move was huge. Across borders. Across time zones. But it was one of the best things I’ve ever done.
We had planned and prepared for this day for so long. We had done our research and knew as much as we could. We shopped and packed and packed again. By the end of March, we were just ready. I was literally counting days.
My in-laws drove us to the airport, and we said a teary goodbye. We checked all of our earthly possessions onto a plane. A layover or two later, and we were a familiar airport with familiar faces waiting to pick us up. We’d arrived. We’d moved. Sure, the transition wasn’t over yet, but just getting off the plane and stepping out into Asia, with everything we owned in bags, we accomplished something.
We’ve begun to make a home here, and a life here. We have friends and routines. We have favorite restaurants and hangouts. We are no longer living out of our suitcases. We’ve completely unpacked and have put them away. We bought furniture. We actually live here. I have no idea how long we will be here, and where the coming years will take us. But for now, I’m an American girl doing life in Asia and loving every minute of it.