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Cat is out of the suitcase….

I knew telling our family and friends would be difficult and it was. Watching my mother in law cry and say we are taking her babies away was heart breaking. My mom was more understanding and has continued to be supportive but I worry she will crumble when the time comes to actual leave. My in laws were very much in denial up until a few weeks ago when my husbands aunt, our champion, called me to confirm we are going because her sister seemed to think other wise. I feel like we have had to break their heart more than once because they did not want to accept that this was happening. I hate that. Plenty of friends and family have come out in total support, understanding, and even wishing they could make the same choice. Friends we made a year ago have become like family to us, and I quote “we have found lightening in a bottle.” She was the one trying to make sense of why we would do this, leaning into my unhappiness in my career, finding my purpose. Being a new friend she did not realize that I have been on this path to relocation for years. My oldest and closest friends have always known this was going to happen eventually. We had a conversation the other day that I believe made her fully understand. I had messaged her that the panic was setting in. She took that as me not being able to make the choice to stay out of fear of what others will think. It came from a good place and I told her three years ago she would be correct. I was a yes person, I hosted and did all of the things to bring the magic. It was exhausting and left me completely empty and drained. My panic came from the task list that still waiting and the desire to spend as much time with people as possible for the next two months. TWO MONTHS! Insane to think about. We have finally told our friends at the dance studio and was met with tears from the younger kids as well as from some adults. Mostly jaw drops and asking “Why” or “where is croatia?” lol Having told everyone that we love, that is important to us, I feel freer. The responses have been mostly positive; “You guys are crazy but if anyone can do it, its you.” “Can I come with you? I would love to flee this country too, lol”, “We will miss you so much but what a great opportunity for the kids.” Then of course you have the stack of questions understandably so, do you have a job?, what will Ruben do?, how are the schools? How long will you stay? How much does it cost? etc etc. I answer to best of my ability and keep it moving. Our decision has not wavered. I saw everything through stages or phases. Phase one was having discussions over and over with Ruben about can we, should we and will it work. Once those were figured out then we brought the kids into the conversation. Their opinion is so important and we have always discussed things as a family. Emotional rollercoaster for the weeks after but that turned to excitement and they began planning. Phase three was real research, not the fun vacation style research but detailed research. Insurance, taxes, documents, schools, work etc Expat Croatia website really helped answer a lot of questions. Next phase was telling our families in the fall of 2025 and then friends scattered over the next few months. In the next post, I will discuss saying goodbye to our home and neighborhood and transitioning to my parents house. In the words of Ted Lasso, Stay curious, never Judgemental.

Love,

Nycole

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Tough Choices

After months of hard conversations and watching our country slide further into authoritarianism, we made the decision: Its time to leave.

I’ve wanted to go for awhile, but the thought of leaving this community that we’ve built has brought on every emotion. Angry that my children’s choices were slowly being stripped away. Sadness knowing we’re pulling our daughters from their grandparents. And excitement because there is possibility and opportunity waiting on the other side.

It’s all bittersweet.

Last night my oldest daughter shared her fears- leaving her dance school, saying goodbye to her friends, and facing the unknown. Ruben and I haven’t sat down with both girls yet to officially talk about it. Zosia is only six, so she may need more time to understand the situation. He and I agreed once we tell the girls we will tell his parents and family next. My mom and dad know- and while they’re obviously sad, they completely understand why we’re leaving.

I have two analogies that help explain why we’re leaving now.

The first: we’ve hit the ceiling. Under this current administration, the road blocks feel too great to overcome. What was once an easy route to a new career as an RBT has been removed due to funding being cut. Opportunities to further our education are gone. School safety is non existent- not because of teachers, who do their absolute best, but because of policy. Public school funding in Ohio is being threatened. We can’t reach the next level. We are ending a ten year cycle. Time to move on.

The next analogy is the most heartbreaking. I imagine ten cups lined up. One is overflowing with love from our family and our incredible community.

However, the other nine cups? Bone dry.

They represent all the parts of life we’ve been struggling to fill: stable income, affordable healthcare, homeownership, reliable transportation, safety, and peace of mind. Over the last two years we have built friendships that I know will last a lifetime. Bonds with children have grown and the love we have for those kiddos and their parents is overwhelming. There is also guilt about leaving our friends and family in a place with so many scary uncertainties. Will they be safe? Can we help them being thousands of miles away? My mental health is fading, my physical health is deteriorating faster than I expected at my age and my stress levels are at an all time high. I watch what is happening in Gaza and Sudan and can no longer contribute tax dollars to fund genocide. I am sick everyday knowing that despite our cries to stop this, our government continues to send billions with the same response ” Israel has a right to defend itself” that is not defense–it is annihilation. It’s ethnic cleansing, plain and simple.

With all of that, it was difficult to say we are leaving our people behind. The language needed to change from that to, we are setting off to new adventures and opportunities for our family. This isn’t just leaving- this is choosing. Choosing joy, peace, and Choosing a future we can build with less fear and more freedom. Once the decision was made, a weight had lifted. We have always known we would leave at some point within the next five years. Now is the time and those feelings can no longer be ignored.

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This is just the beginning…Messy and Meaningful Middle!

Welcome to This Wandering Family

I’m so glad you’re here.

Honestly? I’m not entirely sure where this journey will lead and that’s what makes it exciting. This space was born out of the desire to share lived experiences, to reflect on the way politics and personal life intersect, and talk about the messy reality of building something new.

We’ll share what we’re learning as a family navigating change, travel abroad, and raising kids with emotional awareness.

My hope is that this becomes more than a blog but rather a community, where stories, support, and knowledge are exchanged freely and without judgement.

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