We’ve Got Plans.
The past year I’ve been just bursting at the seams wanting to tell everyone about our plans. There have been some pretty big plans that are actually becoming a reality.
It’s been a busy, chaotic and at the same time kind of quiet 2017 with R being deployed most of the year, our second cookbook released, selling our house on my own, going on many adventures around the world alone.
I would not change it one bit. It’s a wonderful life. But it’s been a bit of a 2017 whirlwind.
Then silently on the side we’ve been hashing this idea around and taking baby steps towards this plan.
It all started with a crazy tired, exhausted and hungry meltdown on a kitchen floor.
Yes, all breakdowns seem to happen on the kitchen floor. I do see the pattern.
We just arrived in a new country and the washer wouldn’t give us our clothes back, locked in washer jail forever filled with soap suds. We were exhausted, jet-lagged and we both didn’t have the brain-power to tackle this cultural difference in something as simple as washing our clothes.
And how we generally deal with these situations. We just started laughing. . . uncontrollably.
The situation was just too comical to NOT laugh at.
I get this overwhelming feeling at that moment. Gosh, I love THESE MOMENTS RIGHT HERE. These simple and yet beautiful moments. I was being challenged and I felt alive. It’s a feeling I find far and few between back at home.
I blurt out, “I’ve GOT to live somewhere else.”
R looks at me and keeps laughing.. I look at him with my serious, I’m not kidding face and repeat. “No, really. We’ve gotta get out of Michigan.”
We’ve talked about it before but thats all it ever has been. We’ve got to stop just talking about it and actually DO something. We left out clothes in washer jail and hashed out this serious life event for our future, yep, on the kitchen floor.
We both love traveling. R just likes seeing new places and trying new food. I personally love the constant challenge going to another country both mentally and physically. Learning the different cultural customs, attempting to learn some of the language, trying new foods I would otherwise not try. Traveling out of Michigan a couple times a year just hasn’t been cutting it for us. We hate the bitter freeze-you-to-the-core cold, hate the gloomy, hate the snow. I really could go on. We both really have been struggling with it here.
It’s been no secret my love/hate relationship for Michigan. It is my home and always will be my home but it’s time to move on.
R is retiring from the military now and returning back to school. He’s talked about getting into the IT field for years and that is exactly what he is about to do. We’ve come across an opportunity that is just too good to pass up.
He’ll be able to go back to school and I will be able to spend a little time in the country that has had my heart since day one, Ireland.
Yep, thats right. We are moving to Ireland!