I’m having a hard time. As everyone is, I’m juggling a lot, and there is this thing in the back of my mind that is distracting me from other things that are definitely more fun and interesting.
That thing is this: I told my husband I’d be fine with moving to Australia, to be closer to his family. I told him this before we were married, about a dozen years ago. We met in Australia, his family is split between Australia and New Zealand, and my family is in California. When we were young, childless and full of our own awesomeness, I said of course, let’s move to America for a while and then of course, lets move back to the Southern Hemsiphere to be near your family. Why not? We have no ties.
Now we have 2 kids and they are adored by their grandparents here in California. Their only grandkids. It will just kill them, not literally, but really hurt, if we move away. And I want them to visit their grandparents more than once a year. Husband’s parents have 6 other grandkids, not that it’s relevant really, but sheesh. I know, Husband needs to see his family, fair enough. I’ll be the first to say he doesn’t spend near enough time with them and he misses them, and he wants his parents to know our kids. Fair, right? I know it’s fair, and right. but still. I really don’t want to.