First Night on the Island
After hours of driving through foggy, rainy roads, listening to my favourite songs, shedding a few tears, and stopping to pick up childhood favourites at the grocery store, I finally arrived at a very cold and dark house. Such a contrast to the lively summer days when friends and family were here.
I warmed some soup, put the groceries away, made the bed, and turned on the heat and water. It will take a few days for the house to warm up.
After an unpleasant cold shower, I put on a comfort movie and curled beneath the blankets trying to get warm. It feels strange to be back, familiar and unfamiliar all at once.
The wind is howling outside. The house feels too big, too quiet. I can hear the rain tapping softly against the bedroom window. It feels cozy and surreal to be back. Only this time, I’m completely alone in the heart of winter.
As I'm snuggled in and drifting off to sleep, listening to the wind howling, I realise that every new beginning asks for grace. I tell myself it's normal to feel discomfort and doubt during change. I just need to be patient and practice self compassion. Transitions are part of growth and I believe it all leads somewhere positive and bright.
Smögen is where I will be now until I figure out next steps in my life. A cloud of uncertainty is rolling in. First, I need to rest so I can see clearly!
Goodnight!