It is beautiful here. It’s hard not to feel at peace when walking these shores. Though my mind may be prone to wander at any moment (packing! moving! expenses! conferences! inspections! finding a house! limited internet!), a walk along these shores to dinner is enough to remind me to breathe, be in the moment, enjoy. Relax. I’m trying very, very hard.
It’s a queer world I’m living in – an unshackled prisoner in the most beautiful of prisons, forced to slow down and enjoy my children, made to cook nary a meal nor wash a dish; all the while longing for the doldrums of packing and eager for the tedium of house hunting with a limited budget.