I remember sitting in my tiny seat staring out the window. Looking through the fluffy clouds to the earth below. The patchwork fields, the winding rivers, the wide ocean we crossed. I wondered if we had made the right decision. Of course we had. I wondered what would happen next. I wondered about our future friends, and those of the children. I wondered how we would feel when we realised this was permanent, not a holiday anymore. The gloss wearing off and reality setting in. I wondered how much we would change, what we would become. I imagined how wonderful it would be to ‘find myself’ and figure out what I want to do when I grow up. I felt that cocktail of excitement, nervousness and uncertainty building inside of me. I longed for the adventure. For the whole lot – the highs, the low, the in-between times. All of it. At least then I would feel alive. Something I have been missing for a while now.
In this moment I was literally and metaphorically on top of the world
As the plane came in to land I sat up straight, made sure the children were securely in their seats. I looked across at my husband, he is the reason we find ourselves with this new life.
Here we go. Let the adventure begin