I'm excited to move. Well, I was anyway. I excited to get there, get settled into a routine, and not be depressed. When we first found out that we were going to Germany it was all excitement and "HOLY CRAP! We get to travel Europe!" but now it's Holy Crap I wont be here to see my youngest nephew, Logan start talking or walking. I won't be here to see Nathan start Basketball. I'm leaving just before Christmas. Logan's first Christmas.
The list of things I'm going to miss and not be apart of is never ending. Yesterday my husband got my our tickets to Germany booked, so I tell my mom and sister "we're leaving the US on December 8th." They both pout and say they don't like that at all. Then my friends.... GAH! I am leaving so much behind.
What do you do with the guilt of knowing you're leaving behind people who love you and want you around?
Don't get me wrong... I'm still excited to go to Europe and travel and experience all the great things it has to offer. But for now the sadness and guilt is settling in.