I’ve said it many times – I’m not really homesick but I am definitely people sick.
3,000kms is far.
Like really, really far.
I don’t regret this move. It’s been great for me professionally. It has been great for our marriage. It has even been great for Sugar Plum who is getting dance and performance opportunities that she wouldn’t have had back in our small-ish city of 400,000 people.
But if you’re wondering how long it takes for homesick to set in then I’m telling you, based on experience, it’s about a year.
We left September 28, 2011.
I swore I’d never go back.
And now it’s easy to forget or dismiss all the reasons why you left.
That doesn’t mean I’m packing my bags and heading home… but it does mean that our next move – one filled with visions of international destinations – is on hold. Indefinitely.
A year ago you couldn’t keep my feet firmly planted in a single location. A year later, I am seriously considering the value of roots – the deeply embedded kind.
My father would tell you this means I’m maturing or something along those lines. Maybe he’s right, I don’t know.
What I do know is that I am learning what it takes and what I need to be the best version of myself.
I still don’t have all the answers, but I’m working on them.