Some of our banana trees fell over two days ago. Gale-force winds were blowing furiously the night before and we woke up to quite a mess in the front yard. The rain had water-logged our lawn and everything looked crazy and prophesied of hours of work cutting, raking and burning to clean it up. I was sad for about two seconds until I realized - hey, we're moving in two weeks! I wouldn't even be around to miss them!
And, then, I realized that I didn't even know WHAT my next yard would look like. Or, if my new dwelling would even have a yard. I wouldn't miss *attempting* to help keep up with yard work, but then again, living in a concrete jungle again would almost certainly drive me bonkers.
Having space. Green grass. Fruit trees (10 plus!). Endless species of wildlife (welcome and unwelcome). A small garden. These are things I have gotten used to over the past year.
We're knee-deep in the (online) house hunting process, and hope to decide next week. Until then, it is a good distraction trying pack up our things, say goodbye to friends and disciples, while still trying my best to manage a household.
But, as we plan a move to the north of Thailand - and look ahead to the next few years, I have no idea what's in store. Then again, who ever really does?
I was blown away with the space of my first house, filled with peace and rest upon settling into the second house, and I am sure that there are great surprises in store for the third.
So, goodbye bananas and, hello...something better!