Leaving in all its different forms
This week’s prompt for Denyse’s #lifethisweek is Leaving and it made me stop and think. What did leaving mean to me? Once I started thinking I had trouble stopping 🙂
Leaving: My father was always leaving us. He was in the Australian Navy, so he would leave and then months later come back with lots of exciting stories and gifts. It was harder on mum than us, but it had lots of impacts on our family life for many years.
Leaving friends: Moving house, changing schools, leaving friends, having to make new ones. One of the benefits of Facebook has been finding and reconnecting with old friends.
Leaving school: School finished and soon after I was engaged to the Mathematician and working in a bank. Leaving school was the end of a milestone but I was happy to be growing up.
Leaving home: As the Mathematician was appointed to a school a million miles away and we were planning our wedding, I applied for a transfer with the bank and it was granted in record time. By the time I was 19 I’d left home, left the town I’d grown up in and started a new phase of my life in a big city. Life was good!
Leaving the life of young marrieds with no dependents: We started a family within a few years of being married and so we left one stage of life and moved onto the next, with all the ups and downs that entailed.
Leaving city life: We made the decision to move our family to the country and it was one of the best decisions we’d ever made. But we left friends, colleagues and a fabulous lifestyle on the coast.
Leaving Australia: After a year of living in our new country town we upped and moved the whole family across the world to England for a year on a Teacher exchange program – this was a brave and bold move as none of us had ever been that far away from family and overseas travel was a whole new experience for us all! We left our friends and family and swapped it for another life for a year and it was everything and more than we’d expected it to be.
Leaving England: One of the saddest and hardest things we’ve done as the girls didn’t want to come back to Aus. We’d made a life there and had more friends to leave behind.
Daughters leaving home: It seemed as if our three girls couldn’t wait to get as far away as they could from our small town life, where dad taught at the local high school and mum was well known for her many roles in the community. At times when they were teenagers I wanted to leave home too but I had to make do with a brisk/ferocious walk around the next door vineyard. The girls moved away, going overseas for a GAP year and so many more farewells and leavings were on the cards. They always came back and love returning home now!
Leaving on a jet plane: We’ve been fortunate to have had lots of trips overseas and leaving was always exciting with the anticipation of the trip a highlight to me. Then after our trip we would leave to come home and settle down for a while before our next trip. Those days are long gone due to COVID, but hopefully they will return in time. I now have a daughter and granddaughter living in England so need to be able to travel to see them again.
Leaving my job: A lot has been written about this over the past few years, a sad, awful time that has managed, in time, to turn into a completely different life with all that I could wish for.
Parents leaving: Saying final goodbyes to parents and other friends and relatives over the years has been sad but also an opportunity to learn more about their lives and their impact on others. Grief is hard.
Autumn is leaving: As I write this, Autumn is about to turn into Winter and I’m humming this in my head to the tune of The Sounds of Silence (apologies to Simon and Garfunkel).
Hello winter my old friend, you’ve come to visit me again, because the frosts are increasing, leaving ice while I was sleeping, and the vision of the coldness tells my brain, winter comes, within the sound of silence!
So what did I discover?
After looking at these examples of leaving, my take on it is that leaving is a part of life, it’s hard, it can be sad, but it can also be good, and all that has gone before has made me into the person I am today.
How about you?
What does leaving mean to you?
Feel free to click on Denyse’s link up and see what others have written on this topic and maybe join in!
I’d love to hear from you 🙂
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