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When I broke up with my ex-husband, I swore I was never going to get married again. I was never going to twist and shape my life around another human being. And I was certainly never going to move to another country for another person again.
I ate my words.
Because I got married again.
It wasn’t that I was onto the next chapter of my life when the e-mail came through. It’s hard to describe where my head was at: I was in Canada holding my mom’s hand during her first round of chemo. I mentioned it to her in a passing comment and both of us had left it at that. The excitement of finally being free wasn’t there. The people I thought I would celebrate the transition into my new life didn’t want to come with me, and step by step, more parts of my old life were left behind.
We knew we would miss cooking meals for our guests of recipes that were a part of Rachid’s family. On the other hand we wouldn’t have the stress of repairs to be responsible for after a day at the beach which would give us more time and space to spend with our guests, answer e-mails more promptly, and continue working on our social media marketing and advertising.
I thought I knew what homesickness was when I moved to the U.K. from Canada. But this is a new kind of homesickness I wasn’t prepared for: It’s a weird mix of missing my mom and missing my husband.
I used to love travelling.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate it. I just don’t love it right now.
