The past three weeks have been a blur and it feels as if the earth has been moving under my feet. In that short window of time we’ve sent our oldest daughter off to her school ball, found a new house to move to and moved in. We’ve celebrated five years of marriage and my Englishman’s completion of his first year in New Zealand. I’ve barely had time to breathe, let alone blog.
And now finally on Queen’s Birthday Weekend I’m able to draw breath and sitting at my desk over looking the beach I feel blessed. It’s horrible moving, and we’ve moved a great deal. We’ve moved three times in the past eighteen months and with Auckland rental prices at an all time high it’s been a huge step each time. We’ve had to tighten our belts and grin and bear the enormous cost of bond and moving and cleaning. In related news I think I’ve dropped two kilos or so.
It’s not only hard physically but it’s also hard emotionally, packing up and moving on – yes, even when the next place is lovely and the move is a ‘good one’ all things considered. In fact I think moving just around the corner brings as much stress as packing up boxes and moving across the world. It’s always a wrench.
Change is hard. Though necessary. Sometimes the earth has to move for us to change our perspective. Especially when we are reticent to move on. That’s when we need to move most, that’s where the biggest rewards are.
Funny how motifs keep coming back in our lives. Good Buddhists would call it lessons, or karma I guess. The house we’ve moved into is called Amaranth Cottage, and it was the gorgeous little place we fell in love with last year when we last had to move. We couldn’t get out of our lease in time then to take up the lease on this place, but in the interim the house sold and popped up on the rental market three weeks ago.
Somehow I just knew that this pretty little house with its cottage garden, roses and lavender would be our safe place. And here we are.
Of course moving in was a special kind of hell, and being us, not without drama. A broken flat-screen TV, smashed pictures and a pranged car …but we’re in. With a grin. On with the show…
NB/ I looked up the meaning of Amaranth and this is what it said. I think it’s very appropriate.
“The word amaranth comes from the Greek word amarantos, meaning “unwithering”. The word was applied to amaranth because it did not soon fade and so symbolized immortality” Read more: http://www.whatdoesthatmean.com/dictionary/A/amaranth.html#ixzz33LOi71bH