It has been an emotionally exhausting week. We are preparing to move overseas and I can’t imagine what it will be like not to live in Australia any more. I had originally imagined that we would settle here and retire here, but that just isn’t my path or my husband’s path. We both have the travel bug and we both love to explore new cities far too much. Maybe some day I’ll come back to Australia, but until then, I’ll be missing the view of the opera house from the roof. I’ll be missing snack packs and meat pies and all things Aussie.

But a new Adventure is on the horizon and I can’t wait to get it started. We leave for Paris in 2 days and arrive on Monday. After 5 days in Paris, We move to Amsterdam.

I am so ready and so scared. I love this feeling.

Everything is about to change for us. My husband has a job offer in Amsterdam. Never in a million years did I imagine we’d not be moving to London. I’ve been gearing up for this move for the past 8 months and now our path has changed. We are moving to Amsterdam. I’m scared and nervous, but beyond excited.

I know I won’t be able to be a nurse in Amsterdam, but it doesn’t really matter. I’m ready to try something new.

While I know I’ll be okay, but it doesn’t mean I’m not worried.

We can do this…

I’ve worked 14 days in a row and I am so tired.

I just keep thinking only 12 work days left before we fly to Paris…I can do this.

I hope.