What does it mean to be settled? According to the Word-Web dictionary it means:
“Established in a desired position or place; not moving about”
For the last decade I have been moving about. From one house to another…19 times in total.
Sometimes we moved caused we sought adventure…other times we were driven out of a house because our empty bank account could not make up the bills.
However it might be…moving became part of my life, whether I liked it or not. In the beginning it was easy because it was only me and Ashley. Then after 5 years, came Chelsea and shortly after, Kirsten. Obviously it became more challenging. Kids need stability in general. They need routine to function and require some sort of norm to feel safe.
Chelsea in her short lifespan (almost 6 years old) has moved a staggering 8 times! Now that I’ve numerated it, it shocks me!
Anyway, so our journey has taken us from south to north, to west, to south again, west again, everything in between and now lastly east. We sound like a circus…but really we are not. We are actually very stable people…believe it or not. We have learned to adapt quickly and settle quickly wherever we end up. Priority is to make life work in our new home as soon as the first day. I hang pictures…get the flow right and find a creche for the kids.
Business must go on…so computers get plugged in, printers get connected and while I do that, I do a load of laundry. I might cook that same night, depending on the amount of boxes I still need to unpack…otherwise we just grab takeaways. The next day I might start painting a room and decorating it just to make me feel normal.
Life must go on…I must not allow circumstances to dictate my state of mind. But sometimes, many times, the moving gets to me. It gets me under. I long for stability…a place to call home.
I sometimes envy people that have lived in one place for more than 2 years…and I tell myself: “surely my lifestyle can’t be normal?” I am not a roamer, a free-spirited gypsy…I am in fact very normal (well that’s what I tell myself). At some stage I almost started to crave moving. It became a rush for me. The thought of moving to a new place, new people, new surroundings made my life more exciting, giving me an edge.
So we moved into a fabulous house about 2 weeks ago. Apart from unpacking a few more boxes, we are fairly settled. I haven’t found a creche yet so the kids are still at home. This house is artistic and inviting. It has wooden floors and picture rails. I wake up in the morning to the city skyline of Jozi. It is such a blessing.
It is snowing in Jozi today. Snow is a rare occurrence in Gauteng, with snowfall having been experienced in May 1956, August 1962, June 1964, September 1981 and on June 27 2007.
September 1981 has the greatest snowfall on record, with statistics showing snowfall accumulating up to 10 centimetres across the province. (http://mg.co.za/print/2012-08-07-snow-in-joburg)
They say one’s home should be an extension of your personality. I can safely say…I think I’ve found the one. I’m home.