Dear Reader,

one year ago today, Mo and I left the United States.

It was about a week after I facilitated a workshop on boundaries and relationship coping styles with a bunch of amazing women that I still remember very well.

It was a day before I would have gone trick or treating with friends and their babies through the always beautifully decorated Brooklyn streets. I still miss them (friends, babies, and Brooklyn).

It was a week before the election that has impacted all our lives across the world in ways we may not even begin to realize yet. I'm still in shock.

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We spent two months with my parents in Germany and then moved to our apartment in Gran Canaria on December 30th. The apartment was supposed to be move-in ready and renovated.

Let's just say that didn't quite work out.

By the end of March I decided I'd had enough of strangers in my house making noise, so we called a stop to it. We had some plants and chairs set up on the terrace by my 50th birthday in June, and the curtains finally arrived mid July. Then we spent August and September trying not to melt.

Throughout these last 10 months, friends and family visited the island and hung out with us. Mo got certified as a basketball coach and is now working at a private school four days a week. He also takes care of his parents every day, though his dad may not recognize him every day.

I got certified in assessing and treating sex issues and joined a supervision group. I also started venturing out into real-life meet-ups with CreativeMornings and fellow wellness practitioners on the island.

Taking the time today to look back helps me realize (again!) how complex international moves are on the soul and the psyche. Days melt together and it seems like nothing happens, nothing gets accomplished, until one day you wake up and everything's different. It takes time to adjust to a new rhythm. It takes time to find your place in a new community. All throughout your own transitional process, life will be lifeing and people will be peopleing.

My life feels so much slower than it used to be, although it's actually more like a shift backwards. We get up a little later, we start our computer times a little later, and we work in the afternoons and evenings a little later. I'm basically still on New York time, and the "9 to 5" turned into "3 to 8".

All that to say, I'm still here, I'm still offering coaching and training services in Type and relationships, and I'm still trying to figure out how to grow a business without relying on social media. So if you or someone you know would like support in having awkward conversations, or figuring something out, or getting out of a rut, please reach out.

The mantra I've been closing most of my journal entries with is this:

May we be happy. May we be healthy. May we be peaceful and at ease.

I mean it.

Love and light,

PS: Interested in something more tailored to you and your relationship, but not ready for coaching? I'd still love to support you! Here are some resources you might find helpful (links):