Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Scintilla Project: Event Horizons

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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17 comments:

  1. what a heart-felt post. I wish you well on your new journey. how difficult to leave all that you love!!

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    1. Thanks Deanna, I've been in the US for eight years now and even though I still miss my family I do enjoy living here.

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  2. I find myself holding back a tear or two.

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  3. Having lived in the same area all my life, I can't imagine moving to a different country - leaving behind everything that was familiar. Your story is a testament to your inner strength and the strength of your relationship.

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    1. Thanks Brenda, I never think of myself as having strength, although I do believe in the strength of the relationship I have with my husband.

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  4. Kathryn, this is so beautiful and tender!

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  5. That has to take such incredible bravery... And must have been so hard. This is so poignant and lovely.

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  6. Every word rings true, Kathryn. Very beautiful...

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  7. What a tender and touching post!
    Best of Luck to you, always.

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  8. Kathryn, I did not know you moved here from another country. You had to experience much excitement and sadness all at the same time. I am happy for you that you are enjoying living here and it is wonderful that the simple act of your husband holding your hand gave you strength when you needed it.
    I love this house in the photograph. It looks warm and inviting.
    audrey xo

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  9. Oh my goodness Kathryn, I have a lump in my throat...that had to be so, so hard. Not only leaving that house, but moving across the world! It was hard enough for me to move 5 hours south!! What an adorable house, and stunning photo to remember it, and him by. xo

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  10. This tugs at my heart, Kathryn. Oh, my! Beautifully written ... from a source of strength ... Best to you!

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  11. Our homes are deeply melded to our souls, aren't they? So very hard to leave them, even if wonderful new adventures await. I often have recurring dreams where I have to leave my home unexpectedly and move into a horrible place that feels nothing at all like home. And I wake up from these dreams wanting to kiss my walls, I am so grateful.
    Like Audrey, I didn't know you once lived in another country... where did you used to call home, if you don't mind me asking?

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  12. What a beautiful picture and such a powerful story. Thanks for sharing this.

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