Lisa........
I'm curious how I will do over there.
With this one sentence, you've given it more thought than I ever did. I just leaped. Was that good? The first month convinced me it was the worst thing I could have ever done, leap so blindly.
But there's a difference here, you are already with your husband. No matter where you go, you have each other. Not only was I coming to a place, I was (more importantly) coming to a
person.
It's now wonder you're questioning how you would do. You probably have it pretty okay where you are now, so what's the big deal in moving? Will it even be worse?
It's worked out really great for me. And I can encourage you to make that step because I have a tendancy to be optimistic anyway. (My brother once told me that whatever situation I'm put in, I always land on my feet...and looking back, I guess he's right.) Now, if the shoe was on the other foot and my husband decided he'd had enough of the UK, would I be excited to move back? NO!!!!
I guess I'd better answer my own question. I'd do the ashes bit and I'd want them scattered, probably in this country, certainly not held anywhere in an urn. I want my "memorial" to be in something I have left behind that's helped or inspired others. When I worked in magazines, I felt I had temporary immortality. As long as someone saved one of the things I did and it had my name in it as having done it, then that satisfied. Now I think I want to write a book, and have my name in Waterstones and amazon.co.uk.