I sold my house, my car, my tools, and my poker ships (ouch!), I packed a few vestiges of my life, including treasured mementos into 15 plastic tubs, stored them at a good friends house, and began the flight to Malaysia. It took sixteen plus hours. My arms were like sloppy rubber bands when we landed. Plus, I carried Amy on my back because she was too tired to fly. Next time I’m taking a real plane, never mind the whole “let’s save on flight costs”.
The tough part wasn't the flight over here, it was who I left behind. Not so much "what" I left behind, but my family and friends. My country, Wasaga Beach and the landscape I will envy from time to time, but the people/family...I miss them all the time.
