We are moving to NZ in September so DH (Kiwi) can take over the family business from his ailing parents. It’s the business he is in now and financially its an amazing opportunity. I have known this day would come for a number of years, but I still wasn’t prepared for how I would feel when it actually happened and I’ve suddenly realised how good we have it here. We are lucky enough to live, mortgage free in a lovely house, but in a slightly dubious area of SW London, we have DC 10 and 6 and in the last 10 years have built up and amazing group of friends and a ‘life routine’ that works. The kids are in sports clubs every day, they are at a good school, we are in the catchment of an outstanding secondary, I am lucky to work part time in advertising which is nigh on impossible, DH works such good hours that he is always at home for kid’s breakfast and tea.… Obviously it’s not this perfect in reality, London is a shit hole a lot of the time, the weather sucks most of the time and my kids are likely to end up in gangs (joke), but you get my drift.
We have now accepted an offer on the house, I have resigned, we are due to move at the end of September and I am totally bereft.
I am leaving behind elderly parents and my dad has Parkinson’s and can’t travel, I’m late 40s so too old to start again in advertising, I’m a bit of an introvert and the idea of starting making friends from scratch terrifies me, and to cap it all, because of the timings and the sum of money we are transferring, we stand to lose up to £100k if there is a no deal Brexit. The one thing making me happy was the idea of my own pool 
And there’s the stuff I need to do – Visa’s, book shipping comapny, flights, work out my quite complicated finances. We don’t know where we will be living until we get there, either temporarily (I am refusing to stay more that 2 weeks with ILs) or permanently so can’t work out schools. As a bit of a control freak I am in bits.
But I literally have no one to talk to.
Close family and friends know how I feel, but it doesn’t feel right to go on and on, not least because they are also sad.
Less close friends, colleagues etc just say things will be fine and that they are jealous (the cliched view of NZ plus the state of the UK at the moment) and close me down, making me feel like a whingy bitch.
DH feels the much the same about leaving our life, but obviously he is going back to his family and an exciting new opportunity and is fed up to the back teeth of my exchange rate doom and gloom!
I'm sorry, this is more a vent than a need for a reply, but thank you for reading if you get this far x