I got my birthday wish.
We got the word last week that we are finally, FINALLY moving. And it’s happening soon. Six months of waiting, and we have six weeks to get everything done and get to England.
Even if I don’t sleep for the next six weeks, I’ll get it done. I’m just so happy to be going!
We don’t have an exact travel date yet because Matt’s company has to actually purchase the plane tickets. But we do have a general time frame: we need to be in the UK by the last week of June.
Lots to do. Lots and lots to do.
We’re working on school arrangements for the kids first. We are in the fortunate position of having private school paid for as part of the relocation package, so we are researching schools and getting admissions requirements and it’s really exciting and fun.
Once we arrive in England, we’ll live in temporary housing for a while until our household goods are delivered. Since we’ll have a few weeks before that happens, we plan to wait until we get there to find a house to rent. We’re checking the area out online, but won’t commit to a place until we see it in person. We’re really lucky to have that flexibility.
We’re figuring out cars and pets and doctor appointments and home rental arrangements and one million other things right now. And even though it’s overwhelming and crazy, I’m so glad we’re finally doing it, I don’t even care how exhausting it is.
It’s all happening.