Why I Am Writing This

I am writing this blog as a way to process all the things that are involved in this adventure. It will also be a way to journal our experiences and share them with everyone. I will also be including movie quotes, so if you see one comment.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Guess What?? We are moving to Scotland!!



A few more things that you should know about me:
1. I lived with my mom until I got married at the age of 21
2. After we got married we moved into my sister’s basement for a year and a half until we could save up for our own place.
3. I have never lived more than 10 minutes away from my family except three months that I spent in Spain when I was 19.
4. My sister is my best friend, and I am very close to my mom.
All of these things make it very hard to tell my family that we want to move to another country.  After the failed attempt to tell my mom and sister, we decided that we better start with people who will not be as affected by the decision and would think it was an exciting idea.  However, my husband texted my brother-in-law, while they were away for their anniversary, saying basically that we were moving to Scotland but not for a year so they didn’t have to worry about it.  I thought that his timing could have been better, but at least we would have to talk about it now.  To my surprise, she never brought it up, and if she wasn’t going to then neither was I.  So we both waited, she was hoping that it would all be forgotten, and I was trying to get the courage to actually bring it up.  In the meantime, we told some friends from church and a few less emotionally involved family members.  We got a lot of people saying that we would be missed, but it would be an amazing experience for us all, and they would love to come and visit.  Then, while my sister was on vacation with her family, my husband texted my brother-in-law asking how and when we should tell my sister. Well apparently he read “tell my sister” and so he did.  What followed next was a serious of awkward conversations because we both knew, we knew the other knew, and we knew that neither of us wanted to talk about it.  Finally she stopped by, and I was happy to have the difficult conversation to stop the very painful awkwardness that had become our relationship.  She was upset but supportive.  None of our parents know yet, and I don’t even know how to start the conversation.

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