A new horizon
Last year was challenging. Covid was the virus that hacked our lives, leaving us with only our internal compasses as a guide. For me, there was homeschooling, sick loved ones, hand sanitizer shortages, and lockdowns.
My family and I moved from the countryside of England amidst all this. It was time to come. I knew it in my bones, and after almost 20 years away, my homecoming wasn’t easy. There were socially-distant movers to organize, custom forms to complete, last-minute covid tests to take, and a slew of canceled dog flights that needed rescheduling. The world was trying to figure out how to keep spinning, and there we were, our tanks on E and executing our seventh international move (our second with children).
It was a tough six months.
But when my flight touched down in Miami, I knew I was where I belonged. I cleared immigration, and the agent said, “Welcome home, Natasha.” I could’ve kissed him. Home had never felt so good.
Read my blog post, “Moving Countries During Coronavirus.”