My husband and I have a flight booked to his home country in Europe for next week. On inauguration day. Because of the day, we decided to book a hotel at the airport the night before, just in case there would be some unexpected traffic issue(s). I called my sister to tell her that I need to visit our father, and want to also see her, my nephew, and brother before departing. I have to say this is feeling surreal. It is happening. It is real.

In contrast to the strange feelings and inevitable sadness on my side of the family, my husband's sister and nephews are absolutely delighted we're moving to their country. Hubby is currently talking to them as I type this. I overheard them literally yelling "Hurrah!" (their version) when Hubby confirmed the arrival date.

I mentioned this days ago, but I do have an appointment with a new therapist, near my upcoming new home, on January 26. I will also continue to meet, for now, with my long-time American psychiatrist via video session. Once we get settled in with the public health insurance, I will search for a psychiatrist there.

Here goes a new life as an American expat living in Europe.