I have been back in the United States 2 years and 8 months….but who’s counting. During this time, I was separated from my husband for exactly one year while we went through the immigration process. My husband finally arrives and we must rush to get married because although the immigration process took a year, we have 90 DAYS to get married! So we did. And then what happened?? We got pregnant. On our wedding night. Nothing like living in fast forward. BUT WAIT….then what happened? Slooooooowwwww Mmmmoooootttiiiooon for the next year and 8 months. It feels like time stopped. But what were we thinking moving to the Midwest? I know I was thinking “it has four seasons, similar to Germany for him to acclimate easier, Forbes magazine rates Carmel as the #1 place to live” blah, blah, blah. I’m not sure who decided Carmel was the best place to live. Have these people been anywhere else or was that simply based on growth and economy? Anyway, I’m sure its obvious by now, we HATE it here. I could go on and on about why I loathe Indiana so much, but I don’t care to have it take up anymore space in my brain than it already does.
But one night, the light bulb came one….why stay? No one is forcing us to live here. Why don’t we leave? Would it be crazy to just pack up and leave? Maybe. But you couldn’t wipe the smiles from our faces if you tried. And there you have it. We decided to take the road less traveled and pack up the necessities and sell the rest.
45 days. 45 days until we head to Sin City for one week of fun with my family and tearful good-byes before we head on home…back to Deutschland!
Some think we are crazy. Some are envious of our courage. Some will never understand. But that’s what makes this even more special. We are brave. We are taking a leap of faith. We are going after our dreams. We are excited!