Tuesday at 8:30 I will leave America with no plans to return — my wife and I are moving to England and my arrival is the last step.
I’ve never felt how I feel about this move. I’m thrilled in many ways: Living and working internationally is a fantastic opportunity that I’m lucky to have. And England and my in-laws are wonderful. In other ways I’m feeling torn. Saying goodbyes sucks and I’m going to miss my family — especially Eli, my 6-month-old nephew — friends, and familiarity. America and especially the Midwest has been good to me. Part of me wants to travel the world; part of me wants to put down deep roots in 46033 and never leave.
But I’m gone. I don’t expect to make total peace with this — part of me will always long for cicadas and Velveeta and “pop”. But I wouldn’t be doing this if I wasn’t excited to take this (huge) step. This is going to be a blast, you guys! And we’ll be back to visit before you know it.
Goodnight and good luck.