Yesterday I had to fill out a questionnaire and one of the questions threw me completely. I had to decide what the state of my “happiness” is at the moment. Am I: 1)very happy, 2)happy, 3)unhappy or 4)very unhappy? One of the rules of the questionnaire was that you shouldn’t think too long on your answer, give the answer that comes to mind first and don’t dwell on it. Problem is, nothing really came to mind immediately. My brain seemingly did not have a straight opinion about my happiness right now.
It’s a question I so often get asked. By the people we left behind as well as new people you meet. And the answer is not that simple. Am I unhappy? Certainly not. But would I say I am happy? Can I dare say I am happy?
I came across a wonderful quote that sums up my emotions so well.
“When we make a change, it is so easy to interpret our unsettledness as unhappiness and our unhappiness as a result of having made the wrong the decision. Our mental and emotional states fluctuates madly when we make big changes in our lives and some days we can tightrope across Manhattan and some days we are too weary to clean our teeth. This is normal, this is natural, this is change.”
– Jeanette Winterson-
There was no space on that questionnaire to tick off that you are ‘unsettled’, but that is what I am. Unhappy: no. Happy: fairly often. Unsettled: almost constantly! Is that a bad thing? No, it’s normal. It’s part of the process of carving out a new life for myself.
For now, I am riding the wave. On the “tightrope days”, I enjoy and immerse myself in discovering this new life. I appreciate the comforts and securities of living in a first world country, I relish the time I have with my boys, I explore, I laugh, I live.
On the “weary days”, I survive. Tears arrive on my cheeks unannounced as I see my old car somewhere in traffic, hear a friend’s voice on a telephone message, listen to a song I last heard when I was still settled. I cry when I realise it is the longest I have ever gone without a hug from my mother (and also without her rusks, which is equally sad). I cry because I miss places like Prince Albert and Meiringspoort and I don’t know how long it will be before I see a mountain again. I cry because I feel guilty and selfish for taking my children away from their grandparents. I cry, not because I am unhappy, just turned upside down and inside out.
How long this will last no one can tell. Some sadness will to some extent remain forever I believe. But settle I will and happiness questions won’t trip me up anymore. And life will go on.