I haven't talked much about what it was like quitting my job and leaving my apartment, friends and family back in Canada to move 3,500+ kilometers to Las Vegas, Nevada this past January. (Wait, I should be speaking in miles, shouldn't I? Ok: 2,200 plus miles). As could be expected, I have my good moments and my hard moments:
The Good Moments
- When the family gets together to have a BBQ and surprises me with an early birthday cake
- Girls nights at my sister-in-laws'
- My mother in law being incredibly supportive and encouraging of my photography business
- Waking up in the middle of the night next to my sleeping husband, knowing that long-distance is behind us
The Hard Moments
- Speaking to my mom on the phone and she says: "This was our first year that you weren't here for your birthday. It was really hard."
- Reading on Facebook that my close girlfriends back home are meeting up for a coffee and shopping date that afternoon
- Knowing that I will miss watching Kim's belly grow week by week, and shopping with her for baby clothes
- Not having a group of friends to get together to go out and celebrate my birthday
- Not being able to drive over and hug friends who are going through a rough time / stressed out etc.
- Receiving an email containing a video of my god son laughing, knowing that it will be too long before I can hear it in person (this one hurts so, so much).
- Not having a close network of friends like I did back in Canada
It has been quite the ride, I can tell you that.