We left our tiny 2 bed flat in London for a 5 bed house in the middle of the English countryside.
A few weeks after moving in, I came back from an event in London and all of a sudden it hit me. I didn’t want to be there and yet I wasn’t sure where I wanted to be.
I cried uncontrollably. For having given up what I thought was my dream job (it wasn’t). For having moved away from everyone and everything I knew.
I felt completely lost and alone. Then suddenly my then 14-month-old started grabbing tissues and bringing them to me.
Toddling along with that I’m still finding my balance kind of walk, he kept walking to and fro between the tissues and the spot where I was sitting on the floor.
At that moment something clicked inside.
And I realised I had to do something. I didn’t want to become a depressed, resentful mom to my son.
I didn’t know it then, but that was the start of a journey that would end up in me finding meditation.
And in that living room still full of boxes with my 14 month old holding my hand…a little part of Meditation Fairy was born as well.