cry me a river

I have been restless these past few days as I start to plan for our move overseas. I should be use to this by now but I don't think you ever get use to saying goodbye. I don't feel like I am saying goodbye to friends as much as the way of life. Friends will always be there. Fortunately I have managed to cover most bases with my friends via the internet. Some are more computer literate than others but we manage and in a funny way I feel closer to them now then when we lived in the same town.

We have moved several times. The first was just after we were married and the world was our oyster. We arrived in Sydney, two fresh-faced kids from the east coast of USA. Four years in Sydney and back to the states for ten years. When we left America the second time I was gutted. I had a life I cherished with my family and friends. I don't think life could have been better.  Duty called and off we went again..back to Australia. Life was different, for one I had children to settle and as a result more obstacles to overcome. I found settling into Australia the second time unbearable in the beginning. I had a broken heart that I had to work very hard to hide...I missed our quiet life back home.

But as in anything, time heals all wounds and I moved on. Our last and fourth child was born and life went off into a new direction for me. I took up painting, we bought a house by the sea and a whole new world opened up for us. Then, seven years on we had ‘the call’… time to move. I have many fond memories and friends to cherish from my days in Sydney. My husband calls them my 'heart friends' and I have to agree. I take great comfort in knowing they are there for me no matter where I am.  

Ah, but New Zealand, that is another story...something different happened here and that is why I am so restless at the moment. I guess I could say that I found myself. Sounds a bit corny but it is the only way to describe it. It has been a lovely time in my life..the gods have been with us. I landed on New Zealand soil and was on a mission to 'shake it up'. My experiences shaped me in a way that I could not have expected.

We bought and renovated a wonderful white house hidden in a maze of green hedges. It is filled it with love, family and the treasures we have collected in our travels. I threw myself into volunteering with a vengeance. I quickly got my groove back and have had a delightful four years working and appreciating the people around me. I have made wonderful friends and have a special appreciation for all things 'Kiwi'. 

I am proud of my children and the fine young man, boy and women they have become. Our experiences have shaped them in a unique way and they have met the challenges of this lifestyle admirably. We carry on yet again now for the UK and I know 2010 will not be easy as one finishes off University in Australia, another starts it in New Zealand and the other two start a new life in a new country and new schools. It is going to be a challenging year for all of us in more ways than one.

Ok, here is where it happens...the tears, the wave, the straight back, deep breath and eyes straight ahead. It seems to be my normal pose these days...always attempting to 'shake it out'. Well, the days are getting fewer and fewer and the end of idyllic little life in New Zealand is near. Cry me a river?...yes I can do that. Do I want to? Not really but something tells me it will help. I feel like I am the gate holding the flash floods back. I am looking over my shoulder and I can see it roaring down the hill at me. I need to be strong and hold it together. (This is what I get for being the oldest of six kids...always stay in charge.)
Am I looking forward to moving to London?...absolutely! I just have to get myself over the line...completely:)

Image taken by me-Grose Valley NSW Australia

1 comment:

  1. I just read your "cry me a river" blog and must say that you are a very creative and interesting writer. You certainly have grown in the last 23 1/2 years of your union with Peter and the raising of your beautiful children.



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