Monday, July 29, 2013

The Fear

As our move to Spain approaches (9 days, 14 hours, 15 minutes) the fear has started to creep in.

I wake up in the middle of the night wondering what the hell we are doing and why. 

Every room of the house is filled with piles of stuff to bring, sell, give away, dump, store. The kids are running feral and tantruming from when they wake til when they go to sleep, and if that fecking dog barks one more time at the front door I am taking her to the woods and one of us will not be coming back.

Stressed? Moi?

So I thought it would help to write down my fears and get a little perspective. (This could go either way here...)

What if the kids don't adjust to Spanish school?

What if they don't make any friends?

What if I don't make any friends?

What if everyone loves it and I don't?

What if one of us is unhappy?

What about the swimming pool and the 4 year old who can't swim?

What about the balconies on the houses?

What about driving on the other side of the road?

What if I can't communicate properly with the people I need to?

And what if I really, really miss home?

Now this is where you guys come in and tell me how I'm being ridiculous and everything will be just fine.


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