I’ve been in Belgium for almost two years now. Sometimes it is great, other times it is less fun. When things are going well I dance around my kitchen, I smile even when I am home alone, and notice the flowers in the yard. When things are not going well, I curl up with my tea and binge watch Netflix.
In an effort to make things go well, I have been working to get out of my house. It’s not that things cannot go well inside, but, well, simply put, getting out of the house gives me a reason to wear pants. Sometimes I need that.
The other day, I was out for a walk with a friend. We were walking around my neighborhood, down a road I had not been on before, and talking. We went around a corner, and were greeted by a beautiful sight.
There is a pond less than a mile from my house. Quite a large pond for that matter. Two years, and I had no idea this was right by my house. When I mentioned it to my husband, he simply shrugged and said he had known it was somewhere. Apparently our town is named “Large Pond” and I had never known it.
The worst part about this? This is not the first time I have been ignorant of something amazing in my own backyard. Moments like this, I realize there may be a slightly uncomfortable truth that I need to accept. Perhaps things are not going well because of me.
If I had been sitting home, watching things other had done, I would have missed out on something that had been right there all along. But when I get out and look around I find the world can be amazing.