Today is Adrian’s last day of work here. Tomorrow we leave and start our 3000 km journey to our new home.
I don’t want to go, but I know we have to. We are called to move. While we deliberated the call, it was easy to see how God was calling us onward, yet when we said yes, it suddenly became a much bigger deal.
Though I have moved 9 times in my life (4 of which were large, either across Canada or to Australia), I find this place harder to leave. It has become my home. Maybe it’s because we started our marriage here, or because our three sons were born here. Maybe it’s the stage of life. Maybe it’s the beauty of this place or the people who live here. Maybe it’s the memories that crowded the empty house we cleaned yesterday.
All I know is that it is time to say goodbye, or rather “farewell”.
Fare well, my beautiful town with your lovely, pristine beaches. Fare well, first house of our marriage – the place where our children grew, where I painted a tree on the wall, where we played and danced and sang, cooked and cleaned and worked. Fare well to the place that was sometimes unbearable for me – the distance away from nearly everything like when I couldn’t even contemplate going to my grandmother’s funeral. Fare well to silly poetic thoughts of the glorious and terrifying ocean. Fare well to friends met and made by all of us. Fare well to two lovely congregations who have cared for us and challenged us. Fare well to some of the best coffee. Fare well to shops where the keepers know me (and the children) by sight and ask after them if they are not with me. Fare well to windy days and middle of the night towel banks by the front windows in rough rain.
Fare well to long drives north and west. Roads known so well, filled with conversations and silly things. Fare well to walks in the bush and on the beach, around the neighbourhood and over rocks. Fare well familiar sights and smells. Farewell lovely people whom I will miss. Fare well habits and schedules, birds and trees.
Fare well to dreams unfinished, hopes unrealized and plans undone.
I love you, my little house of dreams; goodbye. May God bless this place and these wonderful congregations that made this place home. We pray God will bless you with a faithful pastor.
Hello to the future, to not knowing what’s around the corner but going boldly where God has called us. With our home in our hearts (and future vacation plans) we go forward to new dreams, new hopes, new plans.