You might want to write this down. Take stock of where you were ten years ago, what you were doing, what your life was like. After that, do the same for five years ago and one year ago. Next, think about where you'll be one year in the future, five years, and ten years.
Ten years ago
Me, I had just moved back to the USA after living in England for ten years. I was losing the slight accent I had acquired - you know, actually pronouncing the "t" in "water" and "fifty." I had a new job and a new-to-me house, but I didn't have a digital camera until that autumn so here's a picture I took at Christmastime 2006.
This was in the first house we had here. I came down the stairs to see Mr. S playing his keyboards, Christmas lights glowing on the mantle and a fire in the hearth. I was back in America, cozy and content in an American house that was big enough to swing a cat! I could happily drive to American family and friends along straight roads using the familiar four points of the Pacific Northwest compass - Canada, Cascade Mountains, California and Pacific Ocean.
Five years ago
We had just moved to a new house, around the corner from our old one. We picked the lot, we picked the house plan, and we picked the exterior colors. Here I am swinging a cat before we moved in.
I've only lived in one house longer than this one, and I was a small child then! I love this house and I love the neighborhood. So, as we're cleaning and packing and getting ready to move away, there are days when I just want to dig my heels in and find a way to stay here. We could if we really, really wanted to. But life moves on and it's time to ramble on.
One year ago
I took time off from my temp job last year at this time, and Mr. S and I went out on a treasure hunt! Yes, indeed - that was number three of seven total that Mr. S has been on, and my second one. Stunning country, rugged terrain for our invincible Subaru, but no treasure was found.
We hadn't made a definite decision to move yet, but it was on our minds even then.
One year from now
We will be settled in Wales and furnishing our house with charity shop finds. I might have a cat, but won't have room to swing it indoors. There will be daffodils EVERYWHERE, and we'll go to heritage properties as they reopen after the winter, if only for the tea rooms. I'll have a smartphone with GPS so I can find my way around all the wiggly windy roads, and I will still suck in my breath as cars fly past me with centimeters to spare.
Five and ten years from now (OMG - that's 2021 and 2026!)
When I did this exercise before, I predicted who would be dead in five and ten years. Cheerful, huh? I'll try to be more upbeat this time.
Generally, I hope that in five and ten years I'm mostly doing creative things and not worrying about money (I can dream). I'll be involved in a historic society or craft cooperative - or both. I'll despair of the busy British roads and cramped shops, but will enjoy the old pubs and large glasses of Australian wine! Occasionally we'll go to hear music in a cathedral or see a play on the lawn of a stately home or go to the London museums. We'll bundle up for warmth - in July. We'll watch our granddaughters become young women and we'll worry about the world they'll live in.
But that's all in the future. For now, Happy Easter, Happy Spring!