Well folks, I think the reality is that moving continents is not for sissies.
And it has become apparent to me that I might well be a bit of a sissy.
From packing up, to saying goodbye, to long flights with a wee one, to 10 hour time shifts, to everything upside down …
But as they say, the only way out is through, and I have been reminded not to neglect giving thanks every day, sometimes moment by moment, to bolster my sissy-heart.
Here are a few snaps of some of the gifts I give hearty thanks for …
Bags packed and ready for the airport!
Lovely fellowship in the ferry line-up, and sunshine for our last ferry ride.
A very sweet surprise goodbye.
Looking back (goodbye Snug Cove!), for everything we have gained on the island these five years.
For the adventures I’ve had with this guy.
And for another fabulous goodbye surprise on our way to the airport,
and precious loved friends …
For a flight and some tears behind us.
Airport mercies while we wait for the next flight …
and an outside view from the airport lounge while the hours ticked by.
First breakfast back home, at Oupa and Ouma’s house.
Our old haunt revisited.
For rock and fynbos …
and gorgeous coke-a-cola mountain water, perfectly drinkable.
Mountain gifts …
A Saturday morning breakfast ritual, thanks to Oupa.
Rock and blue sky.
For Cape mountains and my people.
For that big guy (behind the camera), and that I still have a little guy in my life,
and for being around for significant family celebrations.
Birthday breakfast – homemade Snugwiches of course.
For siblings, and made-by-big-sister-birthday-pants,
and a one year old in the house!
PS: Have I mentioned cupcakes?
I am thankful for cupcakes.