Bitter Sweet

I guess I've always known it, but the past 6 months have proved it to be true: The only thing I know for certain is that nothing is for certain!

My husband gave me the heads up about our move out of SP back in October, and the location has changed as much as the deadline to leave! December to January to February to March and now finally to the end of April. Dubai, Portugal, Germany, South Africa, Australia - there weren't many avenues that were left unexplored.. It's no secret that my preference was to stay abroad, (and heaven knows we tried!), but the perfect opportunity just never panned out.. unless of course, you count Texas. I mean, I guess it's the next best thing to being abroad, seeing as it practically is its own country (seriously, what other state in the US has a waffle maker made in the shape of it??). I've personally never been outside the DFW airport, but many a friend have exclaimed, "Texas?! I can SO see you there!!" .. I'm not quite sure what that means just yet ..

Although I know that that deep Texas pride is only a few months away, I still can't get myself to be completely excited about the move. Don't get me wrong, there are plenty of pros to being back in the US - we'll even be close to family this time around! But right now, the main thought that Texas brings, is the reality that getting there means I have to leave here.. and that just makes me want to cry. By far this will be the hardest move we've ever had to make. In no other place have we grown so much both as individuals, and as a family in such a short period of time. Two years have flown by, and I am honestly having a hard time wrapping my mind around "the end". So please, don't tell me how excited I should be about living in Texas just yet.. because even though I am, right now I don't want to be robbed of the opportunity to be sad, and even a little upset that I'm leaving a country that I have come to love for a myriad of different reasons. Eu amo o Brasil!!