In 19 more minutes it will no longer be my birthday.
I’m wide awake, pondering my life, and thinking about how every decision I’ve ever made has led me to this point.
If I had made different decisions, would the outcome have been the same? I guess I’ll never know.
What I do know is that in one week, we pack up our lives, move to a different suburb, and start again.
It sounds dramatic. It shouldn’t. It’s a 20 minute drive from where we currently live. It’s around the corner from my family. It’s a three minute walk from where Gus will go to school next year.
But it feels like a giant leap.
For the last 16 years, my husband and I have called the “inner city” home. We’ve lived a stones throw away from the beach, the town, the hustle and bustle, and loved every minute of it.
The ten minute journey it takes for my hubby to get to work. The weekends spent at the beach at the end of our street. It’s been idyllic.
But life has changed. Mainly the fact that we have three, nearly four, children! In 5 years we have gone from being independent working folk to dedicated parents.
It’s our focus and ultimate priority. Our kids are everything. And it turns out we can’t give them what we really want to give them by living where we live.
Whether we like it or not.
We don’t know if it’s the right decision. We don’t know if it’s going to work.
But we do know it’s so worth the risk. Because if this decision pays off, we will all benefit.
So we’re taking a huge leap into the unknown. A bit like that first leap into parenthood, where it feels so scary and you keep second guessing yourself, but in the end it all works out.
And if it doesn’t, well boy have we got a story to tell!
Wish us luck! I’ll be sure to keep you posted! X