In my opinion, I would rather hear the positive response. I know it's unusual for a married woman to pack her bags, quit her job, and tell her husband and furbaby that she'll be back in three years. But, I've done this before...
After high school, I moved to Salem, Massachusetts for my undergraduate degree. Salem State College is 5 1/2 hours from my hometown and was about that far away from Jon (who was going to college in New York). I arrived on campus and I didn't know a soul. In my sophomore year, I studied abroad at Oxford Brookes University for three months. Again, I didn't know a soul. But, everything worked out fine. And guess what? I didn't have Facebook or a blog or Skype. I communicated with my family and friends through weekly emails and a weekly phone call to Mom. Sounds a little archaic, huh?
Yes, it's a 30-hour commitment to get from point A to point B, but between Facebook, my blog, and Skype, I can reach out and get in touch with anyone I want at a moments notice to share the good, the bad, and the ugly of this adventure! How cool is that?!
Honestly, I don't disappear once I board my flight and I'm not "stuck" in New Zealand. What's missing is the physical presence of others. I imagine that, once again, that will be the hardest part about being being so far away from family and friends. How do I avoid getting consumed by feelings of doom and gloom? I plan for the BIG things I have in store for anyone who comes and visits me, of course.
So, I encourage readers to consider a visit! I booked my flight through www.hotwire.com and it was much less expensive to fly to New Zealand in February-April than it was in November-January. There is plenty to do on the south island and I'll start posting links to whet your appetite after I arrive.
On the surface, I may appear calm, cool, and collected when I talk about my plans, but I am a worry wart in disguise. I do worry about how to hold a marriage together, how to pay bills, and how to be a student again. What keeps me from a full on freak out is the fact that three years is nothing in comparison to the 40+ years I'll have left to work until I retire. That PhD will open so many doors for me and make those 40+ years better.