Grieving our Island Life

I’m grieving my island life…

Tears were to flow and all feels were to be had in the middle of my very basic workout (as I can’t do much more atm) that in the past would have been my warm up…

So I let go and surrendered

What else is an option?

I’m grieving the sun as my capacity is minimal

I’m grieving the sea waves and the breeze as my breathing is laboured

I’m grieving my donkey friend who I’ll miss dearly, my friends, connections and everything this island has gifted us over the years of coming and going

And more than anything

I’m grieving our beautiful house, the garden the stunning pool I got to swim in SO much this year despite in the past being freaked out by water

I’m grieving all the other stunning houses that were sick and that both Cliff and I got equally sick in

Sick house syndrome is no joke

And it’s sadly rife here in Cyprus…

Last year I swore I won’t go and live anywhere in the winter again as the London cold killed us

And yet here I am packing my life yet again and moving back to my homeland for a little while

This wasn’t the plan!

The plan was to stay here for a while while we find our first home in Poland to buy…

Well… the universe has its ways and we’re violently ejected from the island yet again

And maybe, just maybe our plan to roam around my homeland for a while (which is what we always wanted to do anyway) is what will take us to the doors of the place we love and adore so much that we make it our home

Or maybe not…Yet I know despite all the grief

All the sadness It is time to acknowledge our sweet childlike naivety of coming back here thinking we won’t get sick yet again!

5 out of 6 houses!!!

I mean seriously…I’m dreading the cold and the potential snow

But I’m so so excited for the spring and our explorations

Oh and Cliff practicing Polish