The finality of our decision hit me hard. We’d just sold our gorgeous home with its breathtaking views and were leaving my supportive friends and community. We had signed on a new home in a place where I knew no one. The house itself, although nicely decorated, was much smaller than our previous one.
At this point, when we couldn’t turn back and change our minds, my husband, who was the impetus behind the move, changed his tune. Almost daily for the next few weeks, he’d comment, “I can’t believe what we just did. I wish I could wake up in the morning and it would all be a dream. If I had known how hard this would be, I probably would have never pushed to move.”
I was stuck in a very difficult position. I needed support myself at the same time that my husband was reaching out to me for support. Thankfully, I didn’t stoop to saying, “I told you so,” even though I felt that way. I had to work on myself to reach a very deep place of emunah and realize that this wasn’t his doing. He was the shaliach through whom this change had to happen.
I recalled the words of a close friend who had moved a few years back. She’d told me that just as Bnei Yisrael had to travel through many stations in the midbar until they reached Eretz Yisrael, all people have many situations and places they need to go through on their journey through life. Sometimes when one moves, it’s because this is where Hashem is leading them in order to fulfill their purpose in life. I davened to be zocheh to see what Hashem wanted from us.
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