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Muddling through life from Austria to Wales; God, life and a small black dog

Reflections on Austria

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We’ve now been in Wales for seven months and I’m very aware of my looking back at our fourteen years there. I don’t want to go back, not even for a visit at present, but that’s not because I’m angry or sad about there. Some of it’s because I’m travelled out, have no desire to go anywhere except to explore Wales and maybe one day look at my roots in Ireland. It’s more that I’m so much happier here, and the contrast between then and now is becoming apparent.

We were both restless from 2004 onwards. Heading to the empty nest syndrome, work becoming less of a dream. Children growing up, Mum and dog passing. And some of it, my inherent restlessness. I think I get it from my Dad, the thought of staying in one place all my life made me feel like I was suffocating. Not to mention my impatience too. We wanted to go as Missionaries, but Dave didn’t want to study, but when looking we felt God was directing us. Oh, you can read it all in the rest of this blog!

Austria was never home, and maybe that was because I looked back, missing kids, and as we found our selves in a dead church, being in a living one. Our little fellowship here in Wales is so alive and I know God wants us here. Yes, we loved a lot of it, but we had always said we night go back and I knew there was another house for us to live in. This one. I will end my days here.

My overwhelming feeling of being here, is complete and utter relief! More in the next post…

Author: annarashbrook

English Ex-pat living in Austria, Christian, blogger (of course) writer, photographer, dog owner!

2 thoughts on “Reflections on Austria

  1. Interesting that you don’t feel ready to visit Austria again yet. Without knowing the ins and outs of your decision to return to the UK, it does seem though that maybe Austria “never quite seemed like home” for you – although I might be wrong. I was a forces brat, moved around a lot in England – and struggle to identify my own “home town” in the UK. Nominally, through family ties, I claim Lincolnshire, although I didn’t really ever “live” there. Vienna is home for me – I have spent almost 30 of my approaching 70 years on the planet here now. It is funny how our notion of home can be so different.

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    • Austria was always ‘other’ to me, I was bowled over by the scenery and houses and the life we made there. I’ll be rambling some more in the next couple of weeks! I guess don’t want to go back due to the huge journey it was to get back on the edge of covid. Having been abroad, not home for 14 years has quelled my travelling itch!

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