Yes, I am still here, but I have had a few days this week where I am not quite sure where I am. Yes, I am living in Melbourne at the moment, but I know there is a home to be made for us in Hong Kong. Chris is living there in our apartment, all alone. At least I have the girls with me here. Even if they are hard work and exhausting and relentless, I do get their kisses and cuddles and smiles and laughter.
I keep reminding myself it is just for a short while. Soon, we will be together again as a family. Chris was home last weekend. Each visit is an intense reminder of how much we miss him. How much I miss him.
Then Abbey is at kinder over 3 days during the week, and I feel validated that this is what she needs, right now. She is loving kinder, making new friends, learning so much. She comes home from kinder full of stories, eyes twinkling, a whole new world has been unveiled to her, and she is loving it, thriving on each new experience, full of the wonder of the world.
I continue to be torn between our two homes. Separated from my love. Excited and terrified all at the same time, of the new adventure that awaits us in Hong Kong.