In the last few weeks, my fiancè and I have moved home, we were living abroad.
So much exciting stuff has happened, we found a flat, were reunited with friends and family and my fiancè got a job. We’ve been so busy celebrating, that I didn’t realise what was brewing underneath.
This afternoon, I started crying…and I couldn’t stop.
It was grief.
Grief for the people and places we left behind. Grief for the “dream jobs” I didn’t get in my current job hunt. Grief for the life we were supposed to have overseas.
This afternoon has been filled with tears, but sometimes, it all just catches up. Transitions are filled with excitement and joy, but they’re also filled with grief and goodbyes.