So I am over a week late and a bunch of euro short, but Rob posted this question via Blog Talkers last week and I am slowly, but surely getting ’round to it.
Well, that is easy! The thing I feel most guilty about is…
Doing what people who don’t know me well say is brave and courageous, but what my family back home considers slightly selfish.
Living the dream?? Maybe. But at what expense?
I feel guilty every time I talk to my dad on the phone and he asks when I am going “home” to see them.
I feel guilty when Baby Cole says, “I think you should come home before….this weekend.”
I even feel guilty when I hear the passage from the bible that says, “…For this reason a man must leave his father and mother and be joined to his wife…” because I know what my mother is thinking…
Am I happy with my decision to move to Italy?
Do I think I made the right decision?
Would I do it all over again?
Does any of this make the guilt any less real?
Not one bit…