It is still raining outside, a cool and quiet Saturday night. I lay in bed listening to the sound of the water from outside, and completely out of blue, I suddenly realised that today is my 10th anniversary of arriving Australia.
I almost forgot about it, and I wondered why I should be remembering it? For 10 years ploughing along or all that I have gained and lost?
It doesn’t feel right to summarise a decade of my life in such a casual manner, nor did I want to look back and make everything a big deal. Yesterday has become a history, tomorrow remains a mystery, and the present, I looked around, sensing the POWER of the passing time.
I remember vividly 3 weeks ago, I had seen red roses blooming under our bedroom window. That moment I knew I was rather happy, and I realised, “I have actually never missed a thing that I was not meant to miss….”