Same but different

We are a family, we live in a house, there are neighbours, shops, church, walks in the sunshine, delicious food to eat.  In some ways it's the same but it's so different.

Today I read a blog about someone that moved from New Zealand to the UK.  She said that she loves her life (and what she is doing is pretty amazing) but that a part of her heart will always long for her home and her people… reading those words made my heart sink.   For the most part I am happy (there is honestly much to love) but there are moments of intense longing. Before I read her blog, I thought that this would be a temporary condition as I adjust to a new life on a new continent with new everything.

Each day is the almost fragile opportunity to have joy or lamenting the different. I am an optimist by nature so I endeavor to live out the words of Marcus Aurelius
'Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so will your heart'  - with all my heart I am trying to embrace the differences with gladness

A gate of joy on my walk

Embracing the new... I call it Gumboots, they call it Wellies

Our sweet neighbor welcomed us with homemade bread.