Moving on, slowly

We have officially started looking for a new place to live. We are in no hurry and in fact don't want to leave Georgetown for at least another 6-12 months at the earliest. But are also willing to accept that it could take 2 or more years to find our dream home. Or our dream next step.

I figure at some point in the future, when our children are older and have tons of forest to build forts in, beaches to explore and garden to eat food from, we will look back at pictures like this with fondness. Remember when we lived in Georgetown? Nick and I will say to each other. Remember the sound of the airplanes? Remember that big beautiful brick building that I wanted to take family photos up against? Remember how we used to walk to the bar on a Friday night, before children?

Cool! 10-year old Finn will say, I used to live next to train tracks? My first word was airplane? Can we go back and explore?

And we will. But as we learned in all of our moves from country to country, city to city, it will never be the same as actually living there, in the moment of it all. So, here is evidence. Can you smell the diesel? Hear that squeaky groan of a slow-moving train? The orders from a small boy to his dog to come, sit? Like the places we have lived before, this place will become a memory, a snapshot of a certain time in our life. And we will love it forever.