Starting over

A new world and life beckons. 

Once we’d made the decision that we’d been edging closer to day by day, week by week, month by month, it felt like a load had been lifted from my shoulders. For the last few years we have been a holding pattern, much like a plane waiting to land…and now all the right conditions seem to have clicked into place and we are heading for the landing strip.

We made that decision on Saturday evening, cracked a bottle to celebrate, only for me to receive a phone call asking where I was and was I coming tonight.

Eh? What, where?

I’d forgotten about a work ‘do’ arranged last year before we jetted off - and they were waiting for me! Oh, I am so going to miss wonderful friends and work colleagues.

My brother suggested before we left in December that I’d already migrated in spirit. I think he has hit the nail on the head.

Since we’ve arrived back from our holiday in Australia/Malaysia, I’ve been having difficulty fitting back into my ‘old’ life. Kinda like my spirit had found somewhere else to have a whale of a time expanding into a new way of being only to realise that it had to fit back into a body that felt far too small. It’s not just me. My dear hubby who is the most solid stable man I know when it comes to making decision – me being the more flighty impulsive one – has been feeling it too and making snap decisions - caution thrown to the wind with a brief ‘fuck it’.

This reminds me of the time he broached the subject of moving to the UK in 1998. My very first moment of- Eh? What? Are you serious? Is this my hubby talking or is this a case of the body snatchers? It takes a lot before he reaches this stage. He’s always been such a good thermometer for me to gauge where I am. I also tend to go off at tangents. He is the stabilisers on my impulsive bike that wants to do dangerous stunts – I don’t always like it though, but I must admit that he has saved me from myself so often.

I like to think of it as my inner masculine being very cautious and protective whilst my inner feminine whirls her way through life without a worry that is manifesting outwardly. We have helped each other over the years – he has learnt to let go more and I have become more discerning.

So it seems once again we are clearing house, leaving all behind us and with only a suitcase will be arriving at our new destination. The last time it took us 4 months to move over with absolutely nothing but two small children in tow and four suitcases. I reckon this time it might be longer and a far more planned approach – I think.

The difference this time is that I don’t have a father to move into our house to look after it and our pets whilst we are off trying out a new life. Once we’d decided we’d make a go of it in the UK, we went back for a month to pack up and let go of everything – well almost everything. This time we have to finalise ALL and then leave.

A year to eighteen months maybe? Haha - that's my hubby talking!

Looking back over my life it seems that I am always moving. I have lived in so many countries – I seem to be making my way around the world. I know that there is a reason for this and the upheaval of constantly moving has its upsides.

Zambia, Namibia, South Africa and then the UK.

Living in these places have given me access to travelling and exploring different continents - so now a different part of the world - Australasia is next.

Mother Earth is amazing and I have developed a true appreciation of her, no matter what she is dressed in – from the desert to the tropics, countryside to city. Everywhere I go, she puts on the most spectacular of displays.

Without our beautiful daughter, none of this would be possible. She has paved the way for us, just as our wonderful parents and my brother paved the way for the move to the UK. Everything that has occurred in my life has happened because of the existence of many incredible people in my life, whether family or friends, whether direct or indirect.

Thank you.

Oooh – my body gives a shiver of excitement.