Listening to: Brian Littrell – Welcome Home (You)
We left my mother-in-law’s, Urszula’s, cottage yesterday evening. Living there was a hard transition for me, moving from our house to our trailer, then from the trailer to the casita at my mother-in-law’s. I felt like we were cheating ourselves out of this dry run experience by living in a normal house, with a full size shower and a real life washer (this is a huge deal for me because I will be using a Wonder Wash for the next few years). It felt like we came for a visit instead of for the experience, and I hungered for the experience.
In actuality, being there was a huge blessing. Urszula was a huge blessing to me, the kids and Luke, and the time the kids got to spend with her was so important because it will probably be at least a year before we see her again. We swam, went on family walks, took dinghy rides, kayaked, attended a sweet church that really ministered to our hearts for three Sunday’s, Calvary Baptist Church Espanola, and had great meals together.
This has been the hardest goodbye so far, because I know we won’t see her for a long time. My mother-in-law is the first real goodbye we have had to go through and it brings a new reality I didn’t think of… Leaving our hometown for the first time was exciting, because we knew we’d be gone for a few weeks and then come home again… But over these last three weeks, I’ve stopped calling my hometown “home,” and started calling it “Brooklin.” I’ve realized we don’t live there anymore, we live wherever we’re parked.
This last visit to Brooklin will be hard. It’ll be the last few weeks we spend there in a long time… Probably ever. When we pass through again it will probably only be for a short one day visit. I’m coming to the realization that I’m going to so greatly miss the people who flavoured my life with salt.
Goodbye friends. Hello weeping.