The tenant next door has moved out of the house. Repairs are being done. Meanwhile our day to day life hasn’t changed much. I am not planning to pack anything until we know the house is in move in condition. Besides, the books are still in the same boxes I’ve put them in
two three years ago in Canada, before moving from Ontario to Saskatchewan, then from Saskatchewan to Ontario, and then from Ontario all the way down here to Brazil.
What a whirlwind it has been.
The twins, though they don’t realize, have lived in 4 different places, soon to be 5. They are 39 months (3 years and 3 months) old. I was hoping (and praying) that our move here would be permanent, or at least semi-permanent (for a couple of years), but I haven’t had time to settle in this house and we are already asked to move to another. Sigh. Yes, it will be a better place, and yes, it’s only next door, but still, this and many other things make me feel that we are not meant to stay here. We are just passing by, once again.
I’ve been uprooted and grown back some roots many times in my life. However, experience in these matters does not make it any easier. I am often asked if I miss Canada. The long and cold winters? Ha! No, not that. What I miss the most (saudades) are the friends, the familiar faces, the people we have left behind.