The skies are blue and Hong Kong’s spring sunshine has warmed me up.
But something is missing?
It’s March and yet I don’t have a nagging ball of worry in my stomach.
Yes, I’ve just realized that this is the first spring in five years that our family has not had an actual or potential international move hanging over our heads.
I am floating around like a cloud.
I am not worried about school applications.
Unlike past years, see: Flowchart: what school should my expat child attend next year?
I am not weighing out the “what ifs” during every run through the warm spring air.
My life is not saturated with constant high-grade stress.
I am suddenly so at ease that you might be able to hear my joyful sigh from wherever in the world you are.
To those of you entering a period of anxiety and transition: you have my deepest empathy and sympathy. You might open a bottle of wine and the cathartic old posts I’ve linked to.
As for me, I’m celebrating!