It felt like this day was going to never come. And then COVID happened and somehow the last 6 months just disappeared. But, I just got my visa, I have confirmed a place to stay for the first month, and I am mostly done with all the requirements to bring my dog over. I guess I just have to pack now.
I am simultaneously so excited, but so sad. Leaving people I love is hard, even when I know it is the right move for me. It feels extra hard because I can't even really celebrate or see people before I leave.
No purpose to this post other than I guess sharing these feelings with people who probably get this more than most.