Yesterday I had a lovely conversation with one of my old friends. We know each other for over 30 years, from our college time back in Russia.  She became aware of our plans of early retirement. 

She asked several questions that other people already asked me:

• Do you know in what country you gonna live?
• Do you know how much money will you need to live there?
• Don’t you afraid to move there alone?
• Will you miss your friends from the US?
• Don’t you afraid to be a home sick?

I had the answers to all of them but the last one.  I really do not know if I’ll be a homesick or not.

Here, I do not like to go out very late at night; I have to be at home, with my cat nearby.

In a new country, I will not have a home per say. And I will not have my cat with is another topic that I don’t want even to touch now.

I took the breath, and answered bravely: “I do not know the answer.  I have to try and then see.”  But in my heart, I said to myself: “If I’ll be home sick, then I’ll make all efforts to make my new apartment/house, hotel, guest house, etc. to be a home so I will not have a homesick feeling.”

But to tell you the truth, I am still scared a little bit (or maybe more than a little bit).