A couple of weeks ago Blair and I packed our bags, said goodbye to the Philippines, and moved over to Nepal. Transition periods are never simple and easy for me, even if they are becoming something of a regular event in our nomadic life-style. Usually I dive into them without much thought or preparation, consumed by the flurry of last minute tasks that come with ending one job and packing up your home. Eventually I emerge on the other side, living out of a suitcase and in a new place, not knowing whether I’ve landed in one piece.
Moving countries and changing jobs comes with a mixture of feelings. There’s some regret to be leaving friends behind, not sure when you’ll seem them next and exhaustion from the endless goodbye process. There is general excitement as well as immense nervousness for the new adventure ahead. There is relief to be leaving behind some of the burdens of the previous role [Manila’s traffic never to be mentioned again] and at the same time some concern about the person replacing you and whether they might undo all of the good you fought hard to achieve. But mostly, there is a little anxiety about whether you might be foolishly throwing yourself into an even more chaotic environment next.
The last couple times that I’ve changes roles, Blair and I have seized the opportunity for a quick dash home to see family in NZ and arrange our affairs. But I’m starting to wonder if its not more our excuse for a party, shopping spree and time to gorge on all of the comforting foods of home (Blair’s mums chocolate almond tart!). Each time we do it I gain a pound and my pocket book takes a hammering. I’m not complaining… it’s a fun process.
But the ironic thing is, while wonderful, visiting home can end up almost as stressful as the moving process. Blair and I are lucky to have friends and family who are particularly laid-back and understanding. But even still, I find it hard to ignore my self-imposed pressure to fit an impossible number of family/friends visits into the trip. And not just that, but also beachy road trips, hikes, vaccinations, tests, long-overdue doctors and dental visits. [Actually I didn’t go to the dentist at all, but I should have!]. It seems I haven’t yet quite mastered the art of how to do a home visit entirely efficiently.
So after 12 days at home followed by 48 hours of travel, by the time we landed in Nepal I was totally exhausted, wishing I had given myself a few more days to settle in before starting the new job on the Monday.
Never-mind. In honesty, it was an amazing trip. We had almost two weeks of delightful cold weather [I do miss the cold], good friends, delicious food, fishing, visits to the beach, regular jogging, long walks through the bush and all the other things we treasure most in the world. All pressures aside, it was a lovely exercise and a don’t regret any of the chocolate tart, NZ wine, or roasted lamb that was heartily consumed. Here are some wee snapshots from our homeward dash and the beautiful countryside of NZ. Tomorrow will be posting the first images from Nepal.