We are about 95% sure we are about to make a decision that we would have baulked at only months ago. We are about to uproot our family, pack up and move interstate!
A great opportunity has presented itself, and it is with much trepidation that we have decided that the old saying could possibly be true… ‘A change is as good as a holiday!’…. Right?
We have lived in this town, in this house for our entire marriage… We had grand plans to live here forever… We had chosen schools and enrolled our eldest. But this decision just feels so right! We live in a lovely regional town, and are taking the massive leap to move to a capital city! You just wouldn’t write about it!
We will miss our family, friends, workmates, jobs, house…. The list goes on and on. So why do I feel a sense of relief? Has Motherhood turned me into an unsociable hermit?! Sometimes I just feel so alone, yet I am constantly avoiding socialisation because I have grown fond of my trackie pants and the protective walls of my home.
So I have decided that this will be a fresh start. It’s time to get out of my motherhood induced coma and embrace life. Hiding from the outside world is so easy to do when you have beautiful babies at home with you, that adore you more than anyone. But I feel it is ok to get out and breathe some fresh air without neglecting them. So we have made this very drastic, reckless decision (maybe an over exaggeration) to move a million (yes, another exaggeration) miles away and start a new and exciting life. The mind boggles. Time to start thinking about a whole new future… New schools, play groups, work, study…. 12 years of plans have just been wiped…
Brisbane, here we come!
Posted by haldem337, 9th May 2013