Prompt: What have been the event horizons of your life - the moments from which there is no turning back?
The movers were packed up and gone and the house now sat empty. I lingered a while absorbing the silence and then, taking a deep breath, I began my check of each room and silently said my goodbyes.
Running my hand over the gloss work on the windowsill, tears began to prick my eyes. My dad had spent afternoons here painting for us and through each brushstroke he had became a part of this house . . . . . part of this house that we were now leaving to set up home in a new country. He would never see my new home or experience the country I was going to be living in for he had died a year earlier.
The hardest part was saying goodbye to friends and family with everything that had happened the past year but there was no turning back now. As we drove to the airport, tears rolling down my cheeks, my husband took my hand in his and I knew that everything was going to be ok. Our lives may be about to change forever but I began to embrace this new adventure we found ourselves on.
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