In transit: UK to USA

It's Sunday evening and we're five days away from an airplane flight to Boston. I can't believe two years has gone by this fast. When I look back at all the things we've done, it amazes me. The people, the countries, the roads, hours in the car, on a train, in a plane: how do you measure two years? It reminds me of the song in Rent; 525,600 minutes, moments, laughs, breaths, sighs, cries in a year. How do I measure two years? Where do I begin to express the friendships I've made or the place I called home? Leaving is never easy but it seems that this time is so very different than all the others. This time I'm leaving with my best friend, my partner, my husband and unlike other leavings I don't go alone. When we left Albuquerque we were freshly married and still getting to know each other. There have been so many learning moments over the past two years that would have been so different had we lived in the USA. How do you help your husband order food from the French menu when it's only in French? When do you get to bring your wife on a ski trip to Italy and when do you have to leave her at home?

There are too many things running through my heart at the moment that I'll have to get it all out at another moment in time. Maybe that's why I've been putting off my blog posts. Too many things to write.