It was bittersweet. ย And it came as a complete shock. ย Because I never expected to feel so sad after receiving our “home”ย from Europe, but there it was… rough, raw, painful emotions mixed with euphoricย happiness. ย It didn’t take long for the low feeling to hit, but I pushed it away for hour upon hour until the movers left, the kids came and saw their rooms, and I laid down at night, exhausted but inexplicably awake. ย And then it hit with such a force that not even a tear could unleash such an ache in my heart.
I suppose in a way that having all ourย things meant that there was no longer a piece of us there andย there was a finality to our life abroad that felt utterly devastating.
I have struggled for over a week to grieve silently and seriously considered never uttering a word to anyone, but I have oftentimes been accused of sugar coating life on this blog so I thought, well, now’s a great time to come clean. ย Leaving Copenhagen feels like I have lost my best friend and for weeks I have struggled to see beauty in the life that now surrounds me. ย I thought having my things would make it feel better,ย but there it is. ย Sadness. ย Loss. ย Grief. ย And an ache so deep in my chest that I want to pound on it just to make it stop for a second.
So, how can I tell you that I feel this sad but tell you with my next breath that I am excited about our future here, that I can’t stop thinking about launching my real estate business along with my photography and styling, and that every day I discover something new that fills with me anticipation?
A fewย nights beforeย our shipment arrived my middle son, Parker, reached out his hand in the darkness after singing our nightly lullabies and said, “Mom, my home is where you are.” ย Only moments before I had apologized for making them sell so much of their stuff, uproot their lives, and move into an apartment temporarily rather than a house.
So, every time I start to feel sad, which I know is a normal part of making any move, whether it’s across the country or far, far away, I remember that my family is what makes a place feel like home. ย And that sense of family and of home is the one thing that matters the most in life. ย So, yes, I have to still face that we have left Copenhagen, but I am continually reminded that the most precious gift I have been given, this beautiful and lovely family of mine, is still with me. ย And I feel grateful in a way that words could never really express. ย I’m grateful for them. ย I am grateful for all the wonderful things we have experienced abroad, and even when it’s hard to close a door, I am filled with aย rushย of excitement for the upcomingย adventuresย that await us.
And you know what? ย There’s still a whole apartment to decorate and I happen to love decorating! ย So, yeah, moving is hard and it’s sad sometimes, too. But! It’s time to start taking steps into a new future and starting next week I will be sharing more photos, more videos, and tons of tips for making the most of small and difficult spaces and tons of ways to save moneyย without scrimping on style!
Heartfelt story. Your writing here speaks such truth and sentiment. I think for many travellers and expats or whomever is in the midst of such big, intensive and tangible moves it is common to feel just like this. I have felt this before too, that melancholy and that conflicting heart ache between the loss of leaving something and the excitement for the future. I will be expecting this when I make my move back to the States after 17 years abroad and I will look back at this post for courage! Thank you : )
Thank you so much, Tanya. My instinct is to hide and wait for the storm rather than speaking out, but I hope it will give courage to those who will follow and comfort for those who have gone ahead. Any move is tough, but moving to a different country pretty much guarantees that everything is going to change and it’s exciting but overwhelming too. I hope your move goes well and that you find loads of silver lining!
Heartfelt story. Your writing here speaks such truth and sentiment. I think for many travellers and expats or whomever is in the midst of such big, intensive and tangible moves it is common to feel just like this. I have felt this before too, that melancholy and that conflicting heart ache between the loss of leaving something and the excitement for the future. I will be expecting this when I make my move back to the States after 17 years abroad and I will look back at this post for courage! Thank you : )
Thank you so much, Tanya. My instinct is to hide and wait for the storm rather than speaking out, but I hope it will give courage to those who will follow and comfort for those who have gone ahead. Any move is tough, but moving to a different country pretty much guarantees that everything is going to change and it’s exciting but overwhelming too. I hope your move goes well and that you find loads of silver lining!
Heartfelt story. Your writing here speaks such truth and sentiment. I think for many travellers and expats or whomever is in the midst of such big, intensive and tangible moves it is common to feel just like this. I have felt this before too, that melancholy and that conflicting heart ache between the loss of leaving something and the excitement for the future. I will be expecting this when I make my move back to the States after 17 years abroad and I will look back at this post for courage! Thank you : )
Thank you so much, Tanya. My instinct is to hide and wait for the storm rather than speaking out, but I hope it will give courage to those who will follow and comfort for those who have gone ahead. Any move is tough, but moving to a different country pretty much guarantees that everything is going to change and it’s exciting but overwhelming too. I hope your move goes well and that you find loads of silver lining!
I felt the same way when we left Copenhagen. I felt like I had left my home behind, even if we- in fact- came back to my hometown of Montreal. Even now, when we visit Denmark, I look hard to find myself there (if that makes any sense). I now feel more at home there than here…. (reverse homesickness?). Wishing you a smooth transition…
I felt the same way when we left Copenhagen. I felt like I had left my home behind, even if we- in fact- came back to my hometown of Montreal. Even now, when we visit Denmark, I look hard to find myself there (if that makes any sense). I now feel more at home there than here…. (reverse homesickness?). Wishing you a smooth transition…
I felt the same way when we left Copenhagen. I felt like I had left my home behind, even if we- in fact- came back to my hometown of Montreal. Even now, when we visit Denmark, I look hard to find myself there (if that makes any sense). I now feel more at home there than here…. (reverse homesickness?). Wishing you a smooth transition…