Today we woke up to a light dusting of snow and it sunk in that Winter is coming.
In a few weeks, my Khéna will be 6 years old, then it will be the holidays and then Wilhelmina’s 3rd birthday. Wow… time really does fly…
It was still winter last year in February when we made the big decision to put the house up for sale and move out and head to BC where I was raised. Winter…. and now winter is returning. We showed the house a few times over the months but by not going with an agent and letting up on the advertizing, the visits died down. This summer we added another project to our plans. Not instead of our initial one, but prolonging our move by fixing up a bus and travelling until we reach our destination. But it is now November and we are still here and still not closer to moving. If things were a bit better financially now, we would buy the bus right away, fix it up and get it ready while we work on selling the house. But we are not able to do that at the moment because we just don’t have that lump sum and don’t have any family that can help. If the house sells, we will have to make the decision to either give up on the bus dream or get the bus and do our best to find a place to live while we fix it up. One is giving up on a dream that I have had since I was little and the other would mean that we would have to spend much more money to move twice, money that we would need for the time on the road.
This first snow and having the seasons start to change again is a bit like getting a slap in the face. Back in February, I would have never thought we would still be here. I would have kept our plans a bit more to ourselves because at times facing people that ask questions (not our good friends, but acquaintances) makes me feel as though we have failed, even if I know that it will all come in its own time and that things will work themselves out.
The day the leaves fell…
everything happens for a reason.
courage! it will work out fine i am sure!