Big Life Changes # 355- Moving to Europe for Love

Goooooooooooood Morning!

It really is a good morning, for quite a few reasons.
In true listicle fashion, let's review:

1. I quit my job! My last day of work will be on Friday, July 8th...and then, I'm OFF TO EUROPE!
We came to this conclusion in February after weeks of immigration frustration with the Quebec government.
Given our situation, we will have more opportunities in Europe.
We are looking at England or Switzerland as final destinations.
Boyfriend has both passports, so it really depends on how my job search goes.
Very exciting to think of starting a brand-new life.
It feels sooooo good to let go of responsibility and the stress of having a demanding position.
I can now really focus on transitioning into a new dream position- possibly something more artistic/creative.
Doggie will be coming with, naturally.

This is us 5 years ago!! We look so young!!

2. I've been consistently sticking with a soberista lifestyle for quite awhile now.
It feel really, really good to always have energy, save more money, practice better self-care and prioritize healthy habits!
I've also cut out cigarettes (finally!) so I'm breathing easier and hitting the gym more.
Feeling really good physically and mentally.

3. Spring is around the corner, the weather is getting better, and soon I will spend all my free time outside at the dog park with Mister Milo.
Cannot wait.

4. In preparation for the much-anticipated move, I'm cleaning up, organizing and minimizing!
Nothing says "this is not important" like packing up and moving to a new country.
I've moved several times over the last 5 years.
I've gotten accustomed to selling and buying furniture.
I don't get attached to possessions like I once did.
This is really liberating.
I am not my couch, or my dining table...I guarantee that these tangible objects will not be packed up and brought with me into my next life.
I am what is in my heart, and that comes with me everywhere I go <3

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