IN OTHER WORDS | Amongst The Waves

Amongst The Waves

If not for love I would be drowning
I’ve seen it work both ways, but I am up

Riding high amongst the waves

We arrived in Austin on October 22, 2011. Our new hometown greeted us with warm weather and a tiny 1,100 square foot apartment. The months that followed were filled with emotional stress, for my husband in a new job he didn’t love; for me alone in an apartment complex made up of 99% East Indian and Pakistani families who didn’t openly welcome us; and for our children who left the only home they had ever known. We knew—Tim and I—that we had made the right choice, but we also knew that we’d made an enormous change, and it showed.

The kids’ new school is fantastic, the weather is great—everyone says “wait until Summer” but I’m fine trading that for what we had in Seattle. Tim’s job is getting better, he’s done some traveling, which is sometimes good, and sometimes not. I have joined the Y, met some people, am taking care of my health issues, and we finally sold our house in Seattle so we can start looking for houses here in Austin.

The best news is that our kids feel at home. Our older son raged that Texas would never be his home—Seattle was his home. Now, in his free time, he does dioramas of Texas landscapes and reads about the wide variety of wildlife and habitats across this huge state. Our younger son is playing baseball, taking afterschool science classes and loves the mild weather.

Our family’s turning point came as we visited San Antonio last week for Spring Break. It was our first vacation since moving here. I had to hire a cat sitter for the first time in a decade; we’d always relied on our beloved Seattle neighbors. We enjoyed each other, we relaxed. We ate dinner at a pub one night and Tim taught the boys how to play pool. We walked along the Riverwalk and took a boat tour. We saw The Alamo. We went to Sea World and fed the dolphins and watched the Orca whales put on a spectacular show. We basked in the joy of our children and each other.

Our older son, who declared two months ago: “I’m not going to camp this summer. I’m just going to stay in my room all day,” decided to do overnight camp at Sea World plus two science day camps. Our younger son, who had mimicked his brother, has now signed up for an intense soccer camp and is begging me to find flag football and basketball camps as well. They are happy.

And that is what we want, for them to be happy, for us to be happy. And sometimes happiness takes time to settle. Like the ocean it can be rough and tumble and it can be smooth and clear blue and beautiful.

Riding high amongst the waves
I can feel like I
Have a soul that has been saved
I can see the light
Coming through the clouds in rays

I gotta say it now
Better loud
than too late

(Pearl Jam/Backspacer 2009)


Comments

  1. heartwriter says:

    So glad to hear this. Wishing you steady, clear waters ahead.

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