We are still in that transition period with our move to Tokyo. And I have to emphasize that I am really tired of this part of the whole experience. One month ago we left for Tokyo…  My husband’s new employer was anxious for him to get there and get started, even though we really didn’t have all the details of the actual move taken care of. He needed to get to Tokyo to participate in some important meetings and business trips that were scheduled for the month of January. So, even though we weren’t finished with all the preparations for the move, and our transition to living in a foreign country, we agreed to go anyway… With the stipulation that we would have to come back to our home in the US a month later, to finish up with the packing and moving out of our home here.

And here we are…  back in our hometown, in our house for a couple more days finalizing all the details. And it is hard. Really. Surprisingly. Hard. See… the thing I never really counted on here is the feelings of homesickness that I have experienced. I don’t want to belabor it, but that is essentially what it has been. I (we) have felt homesick for our life here, and we never really thought about feeling like that. It’s ok…  it is certainly manageable, and we will get through it. Come Saturday morning, it will be all done, and we will be on that plane headed back to Tokyo… And I (still) look forward to it.

It isn’t that I regret our decision to go to Tokyo for two years, it is just I never really thought about the hard parts. Never really thought about how much I would miss my house… my kitchen… my yard… my car… my neighborhood, etc.  All those silly things that are essentially just stuff. But they are — or have been — the “stuff” of my life, and now I am leaving it all behind… at least for awhile.

On the positive side, though… In that month that we were gone, our daughter, who was trying to find a job here and move back from out-of-state, got a job offer. And… as was hoped in the beginning of all this, she will be moving into our house for the next two years while we are gone… Our house-sitter! It certainly makes things less complicated, and it is nice to know that we will have family living here in the house instead of strangers.

Anyway…  I am sorry to be so whiny. The transition is almost done. It will be so nice to get back to some form of normal life, with a normal schedule, and hopefully a normal SLEEP schedule. I know that part of the problem for us has been this constant state of jet-lag that we have been in from all the traveling around the past month. I feel like I haven’t had a normal sleep in weeks. We both feel almost zombie-like.

This too shall pass…  I know it…  And I will have better things to blog about once we get back to Tokyo to our little apartment.

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My husband and I were both born and raised in Kansas, but for the past 20+ years we have been living in Atlanta, Georgia. Now, with our children grown and out of the house, we have the opportunity to spend two years living in Tokyo. My husband will be working with the Japanese counterpart to his American company.

2 thoughts on “Transitions.”

  1. I have to admit I’ve wondered if Ronn is to be traveling like this the majority of the time, why YOU needed to move when he could simply come home once in awhile. I’m sorry its all hitting. You probably feel more relaxed there in your home and your body and spirit is catching up and realizing how you’re really feeling. It’s natural to be homesick. I think if things will calm and slow down for both of you a little bit, now, you’ll really jump over THIS hurdle and feel stronger going forward. Thoughts and prayers go out for ALL of you.

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  2. I remember reading…a very long time ago…about people who visited a foreign country vs those who moved to a foreign country.

    The article talked about visitors being people who were in the foreign country for two to three weeks…on vacation. And how that was a perfect time for “visiting” because there is a certain “high” that occurs for that entire time.

    For those choosing to move to a foreign country, that same “high” exists for the first few weeks. But after that, a major drop in their euphoria hits and everything becomes distinctly more difficult and uncomfortable. They remember everything “good” from the home they left, and everything “bad” from the home they moved to. It had nothing to do with the to/from country involved. It was a very consistent “homesickness” across all nationalities and personality types.

    After a few weeks in their new home, that “high” and the subsequent “low” evened out to a lovely “normal”.

    I don’t remember any suggestions the article had for speeding up to “normal” unfortunately. But I am positive lack of sleep and the massive amount of travel has complicated things so very much. When Mark and I travel, we become very close and “cling” to the familiarity of each other. It is much like “you and me against the world” as we struggle through the changes and expectations of us as foreigners. Being alone with your individual tasks, (Mr. traveling alone so much, and Mrs. registering and moving alone) has probably added to the feelings of homesickness too. And then going back to Atlanta right at that transition time from “high” to “low”….well, phew! No wonder your emotions are super intense!

    This blog is awesome though, and sharing your lives and experiences is amazing. Thank you for being so open and honest about the ups and downs. And for taking the time to write. So awesome.

    Pretty soon, I am going to read about a favorite outdoor cafe you have discovered where you have tea every Sunday morning. Or a favorite group of park blocks you run in. Or a favorite window where you practice yoga watching the sunrise/sunset.

    I can’t wait to


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