This weekend I quietly celebrated my 5th repativersary. Hard to believe we’ve been back home in Canada the same amount of time we were away. And incredibly, we’re not just surviving — we’re thriving. (If you had told me back in June 2007 that I’d be saying that in 2012, I would have laughed cried in your face.)
It’s been a rocky road, but I managed to come out the other side relatively unscathed. What helped? Friends, old and new. Blogging and all the rewards that come with it. Watching my daughters grow into intelligent and happy young women. Finding meaningful work after a long time without. And my recent trip to Singapore, which did a wonderful job of pushing my reset button and finally giving me some peace.
Mostly, though, what’s brought me from emotional wreckage to contentment has been the passage of time. I’m a great believer in its power — I’m not sure it completely heals all wounds, but it does ease the ache after a while.
Speaking of time, today I spent a ridiculous amount of it playing with some presentation software. And since my journey of the past half-decade has been on my mind lately, I put together this quick little piece on the 5 stages of repat grief.