I looked at pictures of when we first got here and Ezra was 8 months old, Liam was 2, almost 3. My babies grew. We have laughed much. We have cried. We have eaten. We have had friends in our home. We have played. We have been frustrated. We have been overjoyed. We have a new Bohman to add to our family.
Each house/apartment we live in becomes a home with memories of a distinct time period. This time period is coming to a close, but is still in motion. It is always tricky to stay in the moment with the next move so close in view.
When it has been difficult living here I thought I would think I'll hardly miss it when we leave. Yet I know that despite the difficult things I will remember fun times with friends in this phenomenal community, outdoor adventures up north on beautiful AQI days, that wonderful play room in our house, and fresh jiaozi. That is a part of perspective right? All sides are considered and then taking out of it what you want and what you need. Perspective can shrink aspects or make them bigger. Then a memory is formed.
In a way perspective can be like joy- knowing the good and the bad, then seeing the balance and the growth that has resulted from it all. Joy isn't a bigger happiness, but a fuller understanding of happiness which includes knowledge of sad things to make the picture complete and balanced.
I'm very grateful for this life I live. Grateful for the children and husband that are mine, and the memories and lessons that are mine. I'm grateful for all things I've experienced while living here in China just as I was when we were at the end of our time in PNG. I'm learning, I'm growing, I'm living.