Somewhat because of the finances (seriously...this city is *expensive*), and with a final kick in the pants to make it happen when my dad was diagnosed with Parkinsons late last year, it's odd that while I know I moan about living in the UK rather frequently, I'm already sad about the prospect of leaving.
There's just two eensy weensy things standing in the way of us making this happen sooner: a job and Simon's green card. Is that all, you ask? Silly details, I know. When we first even started toying with the idea last year about moving back in 2012, we actually thought about just upping sticks and moving-with the green card, but no jobs. We had a grand plan of taking a few months off to explore the US cross country while finding jobs, and then land in Seattle as job hunting kicked into high gear. Then the US economy recovery seemed to falter, and we decided against this plan. So, we're doing the responsible-but challenging task of trying to find a job before we move so that a)we'll have income when we land and b)we'll have an employer that will financially support the physical move. Good times.
I'm sure over the next couple of months, just like my move here (and the blog posts..), there will be stress, and uncertainty, and lists, and logistics to tackle, but it will hopefully be worth it in the long run.
I'm excited about moving back to be with friends again, but know that a LOT has changed since I've been gone. Lots o' babies have been born, marriages, and a few folks have moved away as well. I don't expect to return to Seattle and just settle back in to life as if I'd never left (that would actually be a bit sad..), but I am curious to see just how much has changed since I've been gone-and a little trepidatious.
So, wish me luck as Simon & I embark on our biggest adventure to date. I'm not sure how this is all going to shake out, but I'm excited about the change!