I decided to join the 31 days of five minute writing challenge as a personal challenge to myself and a push to just do something about the burning desire to write inside me. It’s a great initiative that I think many bloggers should take part in and allow it to push the writer in you to the front.
The topic for day 1 was MOVE I am a few days late with this post but I think it’s a great place as any to record the story of my current journey. The word move has played a big part in my life in the last 2 years. 2 years and 3 months ago, my husband and I made a decision that would change our lives , it was for me to accept a really great opportunity for a job in Cape Town, this was the first step towards fulfilling my husband’s great desire to live in the Mother City. I must admit I felt no such desire to pack and move as I hate packing & moving, with the kind of passion that other people reserve for the really important life areas, like sports or shopping. I saw a lot of impediments to moving, firstly we are a very close knit and deeply religious family and we spend a lot of time invested in our faith, we would have to start getting to know a whole new congregation and circumstances, 2) I hate packing & moving, 3) we had a 6.5 year old son who was going to disrupted by any moving,(4) we are a very social couple and had heard many horror stories about how difficult it is to make friends in cape town, 5) I hate moving ….
But in the end we agreed it would be the best time to do this for both of us, and for my eldest who was in grade 1 at the time… and of course hubby would get to live in Cape Town. So we made a simple plan I would commute for a while while hubby sorted out his work, we sould keep our son in school and I would see him on weekends, we would skype and keep in contact daily…..
But we quickly were reminded the words of the old saying, about the ‘best laid plans of mice and men’… things did not work out as planned… I accepted the job, just as I was about to go to Cape Town we found out that my husband couldn’t move as yet because of work commitments. I remember that conversation as if it was yesterday, it made my mind grind to a halt as I realised that I had no intention to go and live away from my husband and then 6 years old son by myself in Cape Town.
in the end though my husband convinced me to take the job and move half my life to cape town but travelling there every ,Monday morning on the 6 am or 7 am flight and flying back either Wednesday or Thursday evening of every week. It seemed impossible but I can attest that for 12 months this is exactly what I had to do, and like everything else in life it wasn’t always fun, exciting but it was doable. Just as I thought things we doable and that we as family, was adjusting to this new nomad lifestyle I fell pregnant, and again the course of things changed because now, we had to make plans for a new arrival and decide where this child was going to be born … what I was going to do about my job, since the husband still didn’t have a transfer, finally in the last trimester, off I went back to joburg to prepare for the eminent arrival of son no 2, while at the same time trying to settle back into non nomadic way of life and make plans for life with 2 kids…there has been many adventures, revelations and home truths in the last 2 years based on that one decision that we made because we were looking for a change of scenery and to experience something new. So the move started me on this new journey of discovery.
The word Move has played a big part in my conversations, in my plans in my thoughts and my work in the last 2 years, its been the constant, in guiding the course of my life..
So this series of blog posts I will be talking about that experience and the events and insights that came from those moments. I hope you will go on this journey with me and enjoy it
Please share your thoughts about what the word MOVE, brings to mind for you, would love to hear your thoughts….