Meeting My Future!

Through the glassiness of my tears I sat in silence, staring at the scenery that flashed before me. While the vehicle was travelling forward, thrusting me into the future, my mind lagged far behind, retracing the steps I had ran, crawled and skipped whilst making Sydney my home. I was overcome with an unfamiliar sadness. I sadness I knew I needed to shake before it took hold and ate me up completely.

I snapped back to reality and the goings on in the car. The music was playing loudly and the children and Craig were signing along in-between idol chit chat!
I could see that Craig’s face showed the markings of tear stains that had made their way down his cheeks and below his chin. Silently, he too had met with the agony of change but had somehow managed to pull himself out of the slump in record timing and stay focused on all that laid before him and his family.
If only it was that easy, if only I could find a way to be open to the change. 

As if on cue, a song on the radio caught my attention. It as the song I had mentally made tribute to our move. A sob escaped my mouth and the water works resumed as the tune filled my ears! I listened with intent to the words, they indicated that moving forward was a bitter sweet process...I couldn't of agreed more! As the song neared the end, so too did the clarity of the radio station and as the last cord was played, the radio station vanished from frequency. I couldn't help wonder if the song and station ending simultaneously was a sign telling me it was time to hold on tight and enjoy the ride.. I smiled at the thought as I wiped the tears from my face and regained my composure. A switched flicked on in my heart, and for the first time in many weeks I was able to see a glimmer of hope and a little ray of light.

Upon arrival of our destination, our new home, butterflies filled my stomach!  The car inched through the small town with children jumping up and down in their seats, heads on swivels, and pointing out all they could see. Their enthusiasm and excitement engulfed me and I too was able to join in on the show and tell of the town.   

We drove up the drive way that led to our new home. The grinding and crackle of the tyres squashing the pebbles together was another stark reminder that we were far from the city!

Then it appeared, standing tall was the house that would be our home for the next three years!  At first glance it appeared to be a rustic dwelling that showed years of wear. Paint peeled from every side. Little windows draped with blinds were plentiful and the cobble stone foundations gave the house a cottage style look, similar to ones I had seen in the movies.  It was old, unique and in its own way, perfect!
It was at that moment, I wondered about memories others had made whilst residing here and couldn't help becoming excited about what stories my family would be adding to the collection!

For what seemed like hours the children and I wandered around the house and it's surroundings, exploring and planning. Their faces would light up with each new idea and their animated expressions, electrifying.  I had never seen such smiles on their faces, and it was enough to make me realise that if just for this moment alone, the heart retching decision to relocate to the country has been the right one.

My babies upon the arrival at their new home....