Four months ago we left all we knew behind to give our family a fresh start with a slower pace; in hopes to focus on dreams instead of living as robots. This adventure has taken the wind from my sails at times, at the hardships and challenges and the financial struggle. But, with this move we have gained so much more than what a dollar could pay for. My girls have become the best of friends. They have never gotten along as well as they do now. Time that was once spent commuting is now used for family time; soccer scrimmages, visiting with family, sitting by an open fire. This change has slowed me down in ways that were necessary.
The constant chase to beat the clock and fit in as much as I could in the hour between picking up children, is gone. I was always strung up so tight that I didn’t feel like I could fart sideways. Even as hectic as we lived, we still fit in valuable family time, but it was often so rushed. It feels so good to slow down. So good.
I’ve sat in traffic twice in four months. Twice. Something to be said from my daily commute of 15 minutes to work, that actually took 40 minutes due to bumper to bumper obnoxiousness. Racing the clock. Heart beating and face aglow with rage due to stress; no longer there.
Yes, we miss our friends. We miss sidewalks. We miss the beach. We miss our church.
What is lost is also gained. We have been meeting new friends. We have the rugged climate a hiker dreams of. We have lakes upon lakes upon lakes to explore. We found a new church that has been feeding us the word just as the one we left; challenging us the way we desire to live.
Taking the risk to continue the pursuit of what truly matters.