Relocating our small family from Dubai this summer was a decision that has been marinating in my soul for the past few years. When the right time came, we packed up and went "Home." But what does 'Home' really mean?
Personally, Home is where my support system exists. Home is where I can mess up, and I know I will have someone guide me back to my true self. Home is where my children will spend quality time with their cousins and get grounded.
I had many precious childhood friends in Dubai and new ones who became family along the way, whom we deeply miss. For those of you who don't know, we moved to Cairo, which is 3.5 hours away from Dubai. Despite the short distance, it was a massive shift for the children and myself.
The children had a difficult time leaving their lives and friends behind. I had a therapist prepare them for that next phase in their lives, but it was still hard. We had to deal with some tantrums, mood swings, and tears. They were lucky to have made beautiful friendships during their first week of school.
When it came to me, I felt safe being back home with my family. There were a lot of nostalgic moments. Yet, I couldn't help myself from experiencing some regression symptoms on a deeper level, which is bitter-sweet. I will allow myself the grace to feel and process things differently. It is a work in progress, as they say. On the other hand, I was fortunate enough to work with a wonderful local bookstore in their children's section; I couldn't be more humbled by the experience.
To make this short, I wrote that piece—apart from announcing my move—as a message of hope to any parent who is making a big and scary decision or about to make one. No matter how challenging or painful your choices are, please follow your heart, and you will unearth your 'home.'
P.S. Children's coaching sessions are still happening, some online and others face-to-face.
