A little homesick

Still no internet.

My parents called today. They were just checking in to make sure we arrived safely. It was great to hear from them. Every day gets a little easier and a little more familiar, but I hadn't anticipated feeling as homesick as I do. I have never been one to feel homesick. I've always loved moving and changing things up. I moved many times as a young adult - all over Canada. I lived in a tent for 3 months with a 2-year-old; I lived as a camp watcher in a heli-fishing resort in northern B.C.; I lived in -80 °C in Saskatoon where after being outside for only 3 minutes, my glasses froze to my cheeks. I had to wait for them to thaw a little before taking them off to wipe the frost off. Like I said, I'm no stranger to moving or lifestyle changes. However, this is the first time I truly feel that sinking feeling at times. Mostly I feel great and happy and proud of both Kevin and me for taking such a huge leap, but now and then it hits me and I find myself overwhelmed... and grief stricken about leaving my kids. I spent the last 15 years in a comfortable suburban setting. As a single mother for much of their lives, I worked like a dog to give my kids a good, safe neighbourhood to grow up in. Then I met Kevin and after 4 years of 'dating', we got married. We were living a lifestyle that many people might aspire to. And we gave it all up, sold the house of my dreams, packed our things, and moved to Central America. It's a lot to take in.