Have you ever started writing something, and then had to put it away for some reason or another, only to find it weeks or months later? Had you forgotten about it completely?
That was the case when I found this started blog post from April 22, 2009. It was probably left incomplete when one of the girls needed my attention, and I simply didn’t know how to finish it. Like my time in England, I just didn’t know how to finish it.
A glimpse at a forgotten blog post from almost ten months ago…before I found out I was pregnant, before we moved home to America and left our life in the UK behind, before it all…As I sit here tonight watching the snow fall and missing my best friend on her birthday, this post brings so much back to me. I’m feeling a little homesick, sitting at home.
I have refrained from posting much lately, for once at a loss for words for all that I want to say. For every bit of excitement and anticipation I feel about our move back to America, another part of me feels devastated and conflicted. I am filled with emotional turmoil right now, and haven’t been able to put it into words–for you, or for myself.
I have avoided much reflection on what our time here as meant–not because I don’t see it all, but because it would make it too hard to leave.
One of the things that struck me the other day, though, was that it’s amazing to me the way things are connected, and the ways in which the smallest change, gesture, or decision can impact so much of what’s to come.
It started with a simple mention by Marcus that he could apply for jobs around the world. My shrug and spontaneous reaction to apply for the job here in England.
If he’d never done it, there would be no Erica just yet, as we decided to have Erica because I wanted to have a second child before we moved abroad.
If there’d been no Erica when we’d arrived here, we might not have been sponsored by Curtis, April, and Gabby. Without this incredible family, my first 6 months in England would have been unmanageable.
If we’d never met the Bly family, we might not have been so inspired to try to reach out to other families in the same way that we were touched and helped.
If we hadn’t been inspired to help, we might not have met Jake, Jess, Sophia, and Ian, and tried to help them in the way that we were helped and supported.
If we’d never met them, I’d never have heard about Ravelry.
If I’d never heard of Ravelry, I never would have met and helped found the Harrogate Knitting Group.
If I’d never met the Harrogate Knitting Group, I’d never have known some of my closest friends here in Harrogate….
How quickly time moves on…