Jamaica. I am moving to Jamaica. It’s hard to wrap my head around it. I’ve never been out of the United States for longer than 6 weeks. And now I have this amazing opportunity to be with my husband as we move forward in our life together, in this new country that I knew very little about prior to meet him.
As I move past my sadness of leaving my babies(students), my family, my friends, and the two cities that have been my home for many years, there is this blinding light at the end of the tunnel. And my husband is standing at the end in that light with a fruity drink and a beach towel. While I know that I will not be on the beach every single day, or every week at that, having the option is quite nice compared to Galveston water.
I am nervous. But I am happy. My birthday is around the corner, shortly after that I’ll be hoping on the plane that will take me to the next step in my journey.
I am not typically one who embarks on something new. I am anxious to see what happens next. I pray to Allah that He puts barakah in it for my family and that He guides me with every step that I take. Ameen.