Photo by Sacha through Snapchat
It hasn’t quite been two months that Sacha left France for Seattle though it has only been a few weeks that I can even think about him not being here without to cry. Sacha's moving to Seattle reminded me of my moving to France years ago. His leaving stirred my memories to the surface, those memories that took much time for me to neatly tuck away so that I could build my life in France without sadness, regret, nor guilt.
Sacha went to the Seattle to take direction into his own hands, to make his own path. He was bold! Thoughtful in his planning. I love watching his wings unfold, even if the mother in me wished it was not so.
What is it like to leave home to move to a different place to re-create or build-on one's life?
It takes determination, courage, and faith. One must like a challenge, be an adventurer, and ready to take the pen to the new chapter that has blank pages longing to be filled
Sacha is happy: He has work, he has a place to live, he has cousins giving him a helping hand, and is positive about the direction that his choices so far have taken him.
All is good. His happiness is my happiness.
I remember when I left the States to live in France even though I was with French Husband, surrounded by goodness and newness, as much as I loved my new life it wasn't home and while it wasn't home I knew what I had to do to make it feel like home. Sacha is finding the challenge of creating his home, finding his tribe where he can be himself – it is one of the first steps to take.
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At first, it felt like every day was an eternity, then in a flash that little star that had been orbiting around my planet became a shooting star… It is a very odd feeling: Wonderful, exciting and an emptiness which is an empty nest. Sacha is building his "nest" so to say, and in a way, I am looking at mine with new eyes.
xxx
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