Time flies. Honestly believe it does. The school year is almost over. Another year has passed.
Today was their year end assembly show, about the rainforest.

So amazing to see these children grow, develop confidence, standing out in front a crowd performing, talking confidently, passionately about what they believe in, how changing the world, our environment, our Earth is in our hands.

So innocent, so full of ideas, how to make our world a better place.

Were we like this? I don’t really remember.
But I want my son to stay like this. To believe in himself, to believe that anything is possible, that people are honest and trustworthy, and you can always count on others.

This is not our world. Don’t know how long can I protect him from the ‘evil’ in our society.

I take him to school and pick him up from there. Take him to tennis and to his friends.
Weekends are spent at the lake or up in the mountain.

Avoid crowds, malls, tv if possible.

He is almost 10. Not much time left till I have to let him go.

But I am worried. Others might say that I am pessimistic, but actually I would say realistic.

I want him to grow up in a place where people are nice to each other, where he can ride his bicycle on his own, where he can have some independence without me having to have heart palpitations every single time the phone rings when he is away.

This is not the place. I don’t know where it is. Haven’t found it yet.

No, what am I saying? Madeira is the place. Wish they had a proper english school there. I even toyed with the idea of starting one. Sadly lacking the funds to do that.

Meanwhile:

Buying property in Spain fell through. Form 720 killed it. Wealth tax for those who don’t know. Like me, up until 2 weeks ago.

Got my long awaited progesterone cream from the States, giving me serious mood swings. I am blaming it on it anyways.

Poor sis got flooded, her beloved garden is covered in mud. To think of all the flowers she just planted. Everyone is pointing fingers at each other, nobody wants to take the blame.
A came and left, spent a week with us, which was mostly about taking care of our sick son.
And I am thinking, thinking, thinking…while happily snapping away, hundreds of pics of my beloved forest, garden, my foxgloves, geraniums, anemones, name it, I capture it.

I planned to seriously start writing this year. 6 months behind schedule. Am I just postponing the inevitable? Or is there a reason behind this delay?

Like I said, time flies.