It’s been just over a week now since I left my home and moved here. I won’t lie… it’s been a challenge. Lots of little teething problems and issues to sort out, which I suppose is par for the course with moving house. But it has been a stressful time. I feel totally and utterly, physically and emotionally drained. They say that next to having someone in your life die, moving is one of the most stressful things you can do. And as weird as this might sound to most people… it has felt a lot like a death to me. The passing of one way of life and the grieving of something that I held very near and dear.
But life moves on.
And at some point I need to be able to accept what has changed for me, and find a way to fully embrace the new.
Memories are fine and wonderful things, but looking back is not always helpful. I have always believed in the power of living in the present moment, even if I have not always been able to achieve such a goal. And whilst the challenges have been formidable.. I have been rewarded with some wonderful photo opportunities already. There is much to explore here, and what seems right now, as endless possibilities to uncover.
I will never forget the amazing experience of hubby and I building our dream home and the honour and the privilege of getting to live there and create so many happy memories. But the time for looking back has passed. New memories to create… new paths to forge… new adventures to have.