I sat down this morning and worked out that in the last 50 odd years I have moved house 19 times and 4 of those times involved living in a different country! Once again I’m on the move, this time from the island of Mauritius in the Indian Ocean to the Western Cape in South Africa.
I don’t relish the thought of moving again, I’m tired just thinking about it. Finding a house, a car, packing up the container, tying up all the loose threads of our lives on this island, checking that two dogs and a cat have had all their shots, blood tests, traveling boxes delivered and flights booked.
Amidst all this chaos though one thing keeps me grounded – the knowledge that “Home is where the heart is” and as long as I have my Dear One and my furry children close by, then together we’ll make it a home, wherever we are.
BUT once we are settled and all moved in we are going to relax and have a long, well deserved rest!
Until next time!