this moment

{this moment}

A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. If you’re inspired to do the same, leave a link to your ‘moment’ in the comments for all to find and see.


Ok, just a few words…  I am *so* excited.



The expat life

The expat life seems to have a lot of allure for many people.  Don’t get me wrong, this is a life that I have chosen.  And I almost don’t consider myself an expat.  I’ve been living here since 2002, so twelve years almost at this point.  I was seventeen, going on eighteen when I hopped on that plane, so I’ve almost now been here as long as I was there.  I will always be nostalgic about “home” though.  The air, the trees, family…  A small, one stop sign town that saw me grow up and still looks pretty much exactly as it did twelve years ago when I left, and still even the same as it did twenty-five some odd years ago when we moved there.

Having roots like that is special.  I am still friends with kids I went to school with in the first grade.  Adults now, as children we pitted ourselves aganist one another in a reading contest at school.  I can even remember who won, but I know it happened.  And we can still laugh about it.  People I know so well that I can read an email from them and hear it in their voice, in my mind.  People I can meet up with once every few years and it is like we just had coffee the other day.

I desire roots.  The kind of roots, that run deep, that are part of a persons blood, sweat and tears.  The kind that dig deep and hang tightly to the Earth in their grips.  This is something that I desire for my children.  A place that is part of their hearts, that is undeniably home.  A place that smells like home to them, a place they will bring their own children, someday, in many years, to remember.

A place where they’ll know the locals, be one of them.  Where their hearts will always feel at home, even if they haven’t been there in several years.  I dream of an old farmhouse, a certain amount of land, dogs, chickens, maybe even a pig.  Where the kids can play outside with little worry of streets or cars.  Where friends and family can visit.  A place that is cosy, and warm.  A place that oozes family.  The past few years we’ve been on the move a lot.  It is fun discovering new areas, but I am ready to find our ‘forever’ area, and find a long term home.

I want my children to have roots, so that they can grow wings.