Today, we met with the Realtor!

 A brand new blog to chart our journey from a town in Texas back to Scotland. 

A little backstory. In December 1999, after a short trip to Massuschetts to see some friends, my husband said, how do you feel about moving to Texas for about a year? I was taken aback. I had enjoyed my time with our friends, celebrating Thanksgiving with their family in Maine, but I knew I no longer wanted to move to the USA. 

More background: Ten years previously, we spent ten months on a work assignment in Worcester, MA. I loved my time there, but when we moved back to Scotland, I was a bit underwhelmed by the move. I was six months pregnant, and everything seemed so crowded. For the best part of the intervening years between leaving MA and this announcement, I had wanted to move back!

I didn't have the heart to say, "No, as I am pretty happy here", and it was only for a year. I could cope with that. It was an important work assignment, and Gordon was an integral part of the plan. It could mean continued employment or no employment. It wasn't a hard decision. Once we decided and told the kids, we were ready to move in March 2000, once all the visa paperwork was done. Alan and Emily, our two youngest, were OK with the move, our eldest daughter, not so much as it interfered with her Standard grades. We were very naive about how all this would affect the kids' schooling. On March 30th, we left Edinburgh airport for Texas. It was only for a year to 14 months at the most. 

View from North Berwick beach. 

Now, 24 years later, we are finally moving back without the kids, as their lives and families are here. It's a huge undertaking, and we know that life will not be a bed of roses, but it's where we feel most at home.