I had started composing* a post last week that was all about what I won’t miss from the old neighborhood. I got to the end and realized I had to put in what I would miss. That made me realize I shouldn’t be focussed on the negative at all, and that wasn’t a good way to leave.
The best way to leave is to focus on the good. There were many good points about being here in the city for this past year, and I had to reframe my thinking. It should be all about gratitude for the past, and hope for the future. I then was able to see this year as an airlock between the states and our own home. So the airlock is not always the most comfortable, but it’s a process, and that’s what we are in, thank G-d.
And then I read an article I had been saving, How to Get Past Negativity Bias in Order to Hardwire Positive Experiences, so I had
no excuses extra motivation!
I can truly pose all the negatives into positives, anyway…
Most of the complaints centered around the issue of privacy, so that is the top of the list right now. I am looking forward to our
Country. I am simply a country mouse, and I accept that willingly.
Our own yard. I already bought a hose for watering what may come. And for our car.
Cleanliness. Of the air and the streets.
Quiet. Dogs run around, but don’t have the need to profess territoriality, so are happier, I presume.
Music of my choice, played quietly.
People who might be walking by and talking on their phones and walking by. Moving on.
Space, to put things, to have guests, to have space to do projects, to be creative in new ways. To expand and feel at home.
The stairs. Wide. Steady. Safe.
The views! The new views of the north and east. Our views from our porch were often wonderful, and that I admit that I will miss, but I can do that honestly and still look forward to the new views.
And since we’re not leaving Tzfat really, but moving to a different neighborhood, we will go back and visit the sunsets often enough. I can recognize what I want to see more of, and what is good to leave behind.
To smell the roses.
Yes, very much looking forward!
*I chose that word carefully, having composed a song about our travails! I was inspired by our 4 year-old grandson, who wrote a letter I read as a song because why not?