Our decision to move back to Australia has bought with it both excitement and trepidation. I have been yearning to go ‘home’ for several years and now that it at my doorstep it seems rather daunting.
An amusing aspect of returning home is people’s speculations on what my life will look like. Obviously returning home will bring with it a much needed dose of reality that I am need of. The ‘Lady of Leisure’ lifestyle that I have been enjoying will have to end as will endless coffee mornings, long lunches and the trips to the beautician. No more girls weekends and expensive holidays three times a year. I will have to return to the boring, humdrum lives that the rest of the world enjoys. I will probably also have to get a job. How else will I meet people?
Sarcasm aside, it is difficult to imagine what my life is going to look like when we go home. My husband and I have discussed his expectations and thankfully they do not include me rushing off to find a job seconds after the wheels hit the tarmac. His attitude is very much of ‘let’s wait and see’. Such a wise man.
The reality is that my life will not actually change greatly from what it is now and what is has been. Amazing that this has only just occurred to me. I have been following my husband’s career from city to city since the day after we were married. I have supported his desires, found work when I could and made the best out of each situation I have been placed in. Since we have had the kids, I have made sure that they have made friends and settled comfortably into our new life. Moving to Melbourne will be no different.
The exciting life that I have been living is very similar to the exciting life waiting for me in Melbourne. I will arrive in a city and wait patiently for the two months it will take for my belongings to arrive. I will find my children places in school and settle them in. I will search for more permanent accommodation while my husband starts his new exciting job. I will make friends where I find them. What will be different is that I already know people in Melbourne. Both old friends and family.
What is important for me to remember is that moving home will not redefine who I am. It won’t. I may grow in some areas, I may shrink in others. I will still hate cleaning. I will find people to have coffee with. I will continue to absorb myself in the things that interest me. I may even try to make some cash from a few of them. I may not. I will still be obsessed with the internet, with my friends I’ve left behind, with research, with cooking, with gardening, with spending money in general.
I will still be me.