Friday, August 21, 2009

Change is Coming

I've always enjoyed change - especially changing my surroundings. From the time I graduated high school until when I got married seven years later I lived in more than ten different places. I have such fond memories of everyplace I have ever called home, but at the same time, I enjoyed the unknown of each move I made. I must admit that when Jason was trying to convince me to move here more than four years ago the only reason I agreed to it was because we both agreed we would be here for only six months. That six months soon turned into one year, which turned into six months more, then six months more, then "we'll stay until something else comes up". Well, with very mixed emotions, our time is here!

I am so excited to start a new adventure in a new place, a new home, with new surroundings, but yet I can't help but feel sadness of leaving our home here. For the first time in my adult life, I feel like I really started to lay down my roots. There is so much I will miss when we board the plane for London in 10 days.

One of the joys of living here is the river trail. The trail passes right behind our home, and is a popular path for wlkers, joggers, and bikers. Since Antalya was born I have used the trail nearly every day - whether it was taking the dog for a walk, walking to the park or grocery store, training for a marathon, teaching Antalya about nature, or just plain enjoying some fresh air we always head to the trail. I've learned to look forward to the way the change of seasons changes the pathway. In the winter the path becomes a frozen wonderland. The snow sticks to the branches of the trees creating a magically canopy overhead. In the spring, the river rages down the river bed and cotton covers the walkway. In the summer, the trees provide a much needed reprieve from the heat. And in the fall the leaves crunch under your feet and the river slows. I will miss you, dear river walkway!


Bunsy said...

It's great to have had something that wonderful so close by for so long. You'll have some nice memories that will spice up those rainy bleak winters in London. Then, later, you'll have wonderful memories of freezing raindrops on the windowsill in a warm cozy flat to look back on. Embrace the change!

Debbie said...

It is a lovely little place in the middle of this big crazy city.

Linnea said...

I have fond memories of that river trail. I remember going on a "bike" ride with our family ... okay, David was on a bike with the older children and I was pushing the stroller and walking the dog. Max was so anxious to be moving along that he was tugging on his leash like a sled dog in Alaska. If there had been room in that stroller I think I would have sat down for the ride and let Max do the driving!