We are moving to Perth next year. It is nice to look forward to new dreams and new aspirations- but then, I'll never forget Adelaide. I have spent many a happy hour looking at the tree lined street from our dining room, which becomes completely white with flowers each spring- the street leading into the unknown lands of myriad fairy tales, where anything might be possible, where princesses and gnomes live happily together amidst bubbling brooks and green meadows. From the first moment I cast my eyes on this house on a cold June morning 3 years ago, this has been the house of my dreams. I have laughed and cried here, I have read many a beautiful book and shed tears over the characters that have come alive as I turn its pages, I have had moments of unforgettable beauty and love, I have got to know all the quirks, thoughts and aspirations of the person I am so lucky to have in my life, I have gone for many a dreamy walk in this beautiful place, I have studied hard and passed the Australian Anaesthesia final exam. I have had my baby here- who is the sweetest, most perfect thing I ever beheld, even during my postpartum blues and her childish tantrums. I have often wondered what I have done to deserve all this. A song from "The Sound of Music" probably expresses it the best- "Somewhere in my youth, or childhood, I MUST have done something good!" Thank you, dear God, and may the next phase of our lives filled with as much love and beauty as this one.
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