The new year and the end of a tradition

So in comes 2013 and I sit back now only weeks since selling my family home and moving to a "rental" and it finally has dawned on me that I am on a sea-change towards a totally different lifestyle...

I can only remember waking to a home filled with International students' all vying for the use of the toaster, juggling glasses of juice or heating milk to be mixed with chocolate powder and then dipped with Nutella laidened bread, all using their English skills as best they could.

Now when I wake I go for a walk around the hilly streets of Albion and Hamilton reflecting on what the day will bring, my days client work-load, what I will feed my growing 15 year old for our evening meal. At the end of the day I finish up my clinic, write up my notes for the day and walk down the hall to pour a glass of wine or perhaps a gin and tonic and sit on the porch watching the lights of the city start to twinkle as the evening draws nigh, and why I am NOT stressed! 

Don't get me wrong, I simply loved the interaction with my students' and learning daily about the lifestyles and cultures of the many Nationalities that lived under my roof. It is just that I am trying to understand where my journey is taking me. It is remarkable how I can be sitting here now not having to get up to answer questions about train travel, go downstairs to retrieve another loaf of bread or fresh milk, explain again the use of the washing machine. Sitting at night watching a DVD and chatting to Harry is a foreign to me and the many sons and daughters that have crossed the mantel of my house from so many cities.


 It is time for me to become more reflective and maybe anyone out there who actually reads my blog posts will follow me on this new journey.