A Time of Change is Coming

Looking out my kitchen window, through the opend louvred glass panes powdered with dust, the anti-vole bars and screen I see and hear my children playing together in the garden, laughing, chasing eachother, swinging, running, enjoying the youth of their life without a care in the world. I cherish this moment. I realize that it won’t be long before they will never again play in this garden. They will have a new home. We will be relocating to the US in less than 5 months. Will they miss the freedom of this place? Will they long for this open, beautiful garden that has become their own private home and playground for as long as they can remember? I try to look forward to the new place that will become our home, but something will always be missed about this place. It was our first real home. It is the only home our children have ever known. Will they grow to love the new place as they have loved this place? I moved a lot as a child, and remember the resentment I felt every time we moved. But I always like the new place better in the end. I hope they can see the good and bad of each, and cherish each for the special place that each one is.