In case you’ve been living under a rock {or just don’t know me personally}, my time in Australia is coming to an end. And I am excited.

Don’t get me wrong, Australia has done amazing things for me. I met my partner here {emphasis on this one – it’s the reason I’m here}, got my Master’s degree, had my first ‘career’ job, and have made some really good friends along the way. Not to mention Australia has universal healthcare {yes!} and a more relaxed attitude to work – better pay, better conditions, and more flexibility. Australia is so awesome, in fact, over the years I’ve had many people ask why we would even bother moving back.

If you know me well, this question is almost laughable. But for others, it’s a genuine query. Why leave behind a good thing? We’ve got good jobs and live a great life here; things in the US are shaky and uncertain, and finding a job is sure to be a daunting task.

But there are some things you can’t measure in income and financial prosperity. The first thing I tell people these days {as I also tear up} is that I’ll get to meet my niece, Baby W, who was born just a few days after we left for our honeymoon. I’m texted pictures and emailed stories, but she’s seven months old and I haven’t held her in my arms or smelled her sweet baby smell yet.

I’ve always felt strongly connected to my family, and not being there for the first baby was a big deal. Similarly, my heart was broken when my grandmother passed and I couldn’t go home for the funeral. When she died, being on the other side of the world felt like being in another world entirely.

I know these are things many people deal with; long-distance familial relationships, missing holidays, births and funerals. But they’ve never been things I’ve wanted to do, and never would have considered had I not met the man who would change my life in Canberra, Australia.

I know how lucky I am. AW and I have always had an understanding that our time in Australia was temporary, and it’s extremely fortunate that he’s willing to make the move. It won’t be an easy move for him, but we’re also lucky he’s got a job lined up and is looking forward to a change in his career path.

Moving farther away from our Australian family is hard, but there’s really no ‘winning’ situation when you’ve got family on opposite sides of the world. Although we’re not physically close to family here, I know Andrew will be stepping outside his comfort zone to move away from his home country.

I am going to do my best to be a compassionate and understanding partner during this transition. It is HUGE, for both of us, and I know it will have its ups and downs. But right now, I’m just on cloud 9. I’m going home.

Mom, I’m coming home!

We’re moving!