Here's what we know about moving to Amsterdam:
Nothing.
We thought we knew what day and we don't even know that anymore. We will have more answers next week, but right now it is all just guessing. For two very organized people, this is bordering on insufferable.
Today during my yoga class (and yes, I know how tedious it us for people to tie real life to yoga maximums, but there we are) the intention was gratitude. Gratitude for the curve balls.
This felt pretty on.the.nose for how I have been feeling. This life change isn't really a curve ball, we have been planning it for a few months, but now that it is really real, now that we have brought contracts and signatures into the deal, it feels very much like someone punched us in the gut and then shrugged their shoulders and said "but you asked me to..."
So, I'm trying to feel gratitude. This is a capital A - Adventure. It is going to force us to work as a team. We're going to have to try new things. Like really, really new things (like a new language, for one).
I'm grateful that we're going to live in Europe, which means every passing fancy we've ever had about going to Greece or Spain or Denmark is going to be completely accessible to us. We're going to get to dive head first into brand new things, and we can do it over a weekend.
I'm grateful to be living in a place with comprehensive healthcare, maternity leave, and work-life balance. Americans get along okay without these things (or with limited access to them), but what a treat to have them provided because all humans deserve them.
I'm grateful to get to shed some of our extra weight. We own so many things. I am itching to start getting rid of them. Old clothes, old linens, old books -- they deserve a new home that will love them and I am thrilled to have a real reason to be forced to hand them off to new owners.
Feeling grateful helps with the gut wrenching terror of not knowing. It helps for the curve balls that we asked to thrown at our face, and the ones that we know are coming.
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