Tomorrow morning DS and I get in the car and drive away, leaving behind our beloved Venice where we have been living for the last 3 years. DH has got a job in Brazil and has been there since August, leaving me and DS to arrange the move and finish up my job and DS's school. It has been a very tough struggle but tomorrow we final leave and I've spent the enitire week saying 'it's the last time I will be doing this' to myself. DS had a big send off from school (he was very popular) I had a big send off from work and now I'm sitting here crying because I don't actually want to go. I know we are doing the right thing. DH has a fantastic job as a Director in the British Embassy in Brasilia and I'm sure it will be perfect. Of course I can't wait to see DH again so why am I so sad? We will be able to buy a house for the first time, DS already speaks Portuguese, as do I, so there will be no problems there (unlike here initially) and really everything looks great, I should be excited but I'm not! In the scope of life this is really petty to be sad about compared to the dreadful things others have to go through but I can't help it. Sorry, I just wanted to write it down really (I'm also a little anxious about the forthcoming drive of 3 or 4 days to Copenhagen with just DS and me - but that's another story!)