Moving 2200 km away from my family and friends is really hard. Especially today.
When my sister comes over to bring me boxes and sits on the couch and sighs, it breaks my heart.
When Maria asks me if "anyone will come visit us at Christmas this year", and I have to tell her "probably not", it breaks my heart.
I hope we're doing the right thing, I keep telling myself that if it doesn't work out, we can always come back. But that doesn't seem to make things any easier...