Eleven weeks have passed since we returned to Australia. Life has been far from normal, but it’s been fun. We’ve House Sat in two beautiful homes caring for lovely dogs and gardens, spent a few nights with each of my brothers and been well looked after by their wonderful wives, plus, we’ve stayed a few nights with our children.
It was all very enjoyable, but now I have moved into our own home and I’m loving it. I am not, however, loving the unpacking. It was fun at first, but the novelty wore off and now I’m tired of dealing with the mess of packing boxes, partially assembled furniture all over the place, and working out where all our bits a pieces should go in a new setting.
I’ve made massive progress, but I haven’t finished yet. This presents problems because I want it done but I don’t want to do it!
One of the reasons I’m taking too long to complete the task may have something to do with the amount of time I spend gazing out the window at this -
Or this -
One night, while delighting in the changes to the landscape as the sun sank slowly beneath the horizon, I realised how in the moment I was. When I look at this beautiful view, I forget about the unpacked boxes, the garden that needs to be created, the unfinished novel, and everything else I should be doing. I just absorb what I see and enjoy it.
There have been a number of studies showing the benefit of nature on stress levels, (click here to read an interesting article about this on The Dirt blog) and I’ve been aware of the positive effect nature has on me for some time, however, when I was pondering on this fact later that night, it occurred to me that since arriving back in Australia, I am living in the present far better than I have been for the last couple of years.
I’m no longer dreaming about the type of home I want to live in when I return to Australia, because I’m living in it now.
I no longer think about plans to invite my children to family dinners because we now get together to eat often.
I no longer long to spend more time with my brothers and their wives, because I am doing it, as well as all those other things I wanted to do but couldn’t when I lived in Glasgow and Boca. They now happen with ease – catching up with Australian friends, bush walks among the gums, waking to the sound of warbling magpies, screeching cockes, whistling thrushes and laughing Kookaburras.
It’s wonderful to know I can stay here and that I don’t need to pack up and move on to somewhere else any time in the near future.