Just so you know, we will not be moving to Australia.
Probably you are not either?
We have been keeping this exciting possibility (Australia relocation) under our hats since late July, when G was told that he was one of a few attorneys in his company being considered to head up legal for the Australian branch of the company. We didn't tell the kids (why get them all excited/nervous until we know for sure?), we didn't tell family (same reason), or local friends (it's so hard to be straddling the line between being here and leaving). I did tell a couple of people who could know from afar and give me someplace to bubble up our news when I felt like I'd overflow (thanks, gals).
But the two of us, G and I, have talked about it a lot over the last months. Most plans began with "If we're in Australia...." or "If we're still here..." I admit, I looked into real estate and schools and church congregations. I knew it wasn't a certainty but I did enjoy thinking about the possibility of starting all over in a faraway country (and continent!). Unless I was worrying about going--moving the kids to a new country and new set of friends, distance from loved ones, missing our wonderful town.
Along the way, Australia came up in the oddest places. Almost every day someone mentioned it to me: they had lived there, were from there, wanted to go there. Was it a sign?!!
No. We found out that someone else is going. Which is fine, really. We'll buy curtains finally and stay here longer. Now we know which set of advantages + blessings we keep. Plus I'm relieved for Lauren, who would have spent her junior and senior year there (is there a more impossible time to move?).
The thing is, I kind of like adventure and the road less traveled. Now I'm still just doing what I was doing before and where's the fun in that? (I know, I really do have a good situation here and it's a happy life but compared to Australia? Meh.) It was fun carrying around this little nugget of a secret.
So long, Australia. I had great hopes for us.
Also in other news: I am not pregnant. But for a while there (at least in my active imagination), I was raising a little caboose baby (12 to 17 years younger than the other kids) in Australia!
Why is hard to let go of something you never had? And be relieved at the same time?
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Best of 09 day 4: Best book. Fiction: The Book Thief, a book I have been meaning to read for at least 2 years. I had started no less than 5 times before and never gotten past the first chapter. Finally I did it this fall and loved it. I finished it on a Saturday afternoon on my bed. G came in as I was weeping profusely at the end and kissed me on the forehead. Non fiction: Mindset. I love Carol Dweck and her research. This is her general nonfiction book about her work, looking into how our mindsets (fixed traits or growth) affect effort and achievement.