Perhaps some of you are still reeling from this post. Perhaps, most likely, some of you have better things to worry about and have completely forgotten how I wrote that cruel, elusive post almost 4 weeks ago. I would hate me too.
However, for those of you that have waited so patiently, or not so patiently.
Are you ready?
Dun. Dun. Dun.......
We are Northern Ireland bound. On September 18th we will pack up our family and move across the ocean for a two-year term as volunteers at a retreat center outside of Ballycastle, Northern Ireland.
Like, I'm speechless, Big.
When I told my dearest friend for years and years that we were doing this, she was shocked...because I'm not good with change. Which you will all have front-row seats to over then next four months.
The last few weeks have been filled with a lot of things. I've been blogging, but not posting. I'm going to post those things over the next few days, so that someday my sons can read them and see how this idea formulated and took shape in our minds. How it wasn't an easy decision, but it was a decision that felt right from the very beginning.
To say that I'm excited would be an understatement.
To say that I'm terrified would also be a gross simplification of terms.
To say that I've never felt more at peace about a decision in my life? Now that would be incredibly accurate.
There will be many more details to follow. Many more freak-outs, and many more tears. I'm just warning y'all.
Buckle up, because we're about to go on an adventure.