That would be an enormous change to go through. And considering all that you left behind, I can't even imagine the suffering you went through.
Whenever I moved, I didn't have any ties to the place I'd been living, so it was just another change. I'd go to *yet another* school, keep to myself in a *different* home, it was basically routine.
And I guess I blame that for my inability to be social today.
My brothers have friends, they go places, do things. They can call their friends up and just go out and play together. Something I never got to do. Luckily I had my sister to play with.
The only part about moving that I hated was the packing, shipping, and unpacking.
Other than that, I could care less.
I do envy you for getting the chance to immerse yourself and your daughters in a completely different culture, that is something I could only dream of.
My mother used to try and get my father to accept relocations outside the US, but I guess he was afraid of the unknown. So we ended up migrating all over the US.
I admire your strength for coping so well through your struggles.
Change is good, but change is hard too.