Adventures of Julie-uli-uli & Captain Obvious

 I was thinking today about meals. So far, in the 4 days we've been here, we've only had food "from home", meals that were common to us before. We haven't tried fish and chips or bangers n mash or sausages, or whatever British food is. We've basically stuck to the same menu we had before - pizza, pasta, chicken. 

When you immigrate to a country, how do you start eating their food? It's not like you get a menu when you go through immigration. No one has invited us into their homes. We're not eating out a ton because it's expensive. Instead, we're cooking what we can from home. But in new pots and on a different stove. 

 Looking back, my most recent blog post was several years ago. Like we only had 2 kids ago. Now life is different. We're in Northern Virginia again, but like we were then, we're about to move. A big part of me wishes we could stay. Thinks we should stay. We have worked so hard to integrate into this community. We love and and are loved here. It's known. It's good. It's really good here. 

But another part of me knows that it's time. If we didn't do a big move, we'd probably need to do a smaller move. And that was what scared me. None of the smaller move ideas felt right. They all felt like possibilities that didn't match who we are and the direction in which we are moving. 

So here we go. Another big step. Lots of logistics. Lots of moving parts to figure out. But I feel the potential here. I get excited considering the possibilities. We have weighed our options and this feels like the right thing to do. But it's still hard. I still am deeply mourning our lives here and the friendships we have and the relationships we have built. 

Bittersweet. It's definitely bittersweet.