Bittersweet but No Regrets

This is a hard post to write. After 2.5 years of living in London and 40 trips to 26 countries on four continents, Aaron and I are moving home. It still doesn't quite feel real and it probably won't until our flat is empty, bags are packed and we are having to say goodbye.

We still have a few more trips planned, but we have bought our one-way tickets back to Seattle. April 5th is the day, and it will be here before we know it.

As I've been telling people over the past few days, the only word I can think to use that describes it is bittersweet. There's no doubt in my mind that leaving will be very hard. There are so many things about this city that we will miss: our friends, lifestyle, jobs, neighborhood, and who can forget the countless adventures and trips. But we are also looking forward to moving back to Seattle and the comfort that it has to offer: our families, friends, familiarity, buying a house and watching Seahawks/Mariners games at a reasonable hour : )

I could go on and on about the decisions, worries, fears, anticipation and emotions that are involved with moving back, but I don't feel that I could adequately sum up what, at least, I am feeling about this. Bittersweet is the only word that feels close to accurate.

The only thing I know for sure is that after these 2.5 years, Aaron and I have no regrets : )