Spring is on its way, and I'm out of hibernation. It's been a weird winter, to say the least. We are almost settled into our house in Virginia, Tater is almost done with his school, and the kids are well into their first semester in their new schools.
We got here on January 8th, after spending almost exactly 5 months at home with my parents.
By the way...my parents ROCK. They took in me, Mackenzie, Dillon, and Dog. They became surrogate parents. They attended open houses, football games, awards ceremonies, holiday concerts, taxied kids, cooked Walton-style dinners, practiced driving with Dillon on his permit, babysat while I gallivanted from one coast to the other and back again, opened the door again to Tater in November, and were still sad to see us go. I know how incredibly lucky I am. I know that under any circumstances, at any time, I am welcome to go Home. I can take kids, dogs, husbands, and will be received with open arms. Even as a 37-year-old woman, the comfort I find in that is like an every-day hug.
Anyway, I've been knee-deep in paint, sandpaper, tools, and moving furniture across the room, only to decide that it was better where it was in the whole first place. I take twice as long to get places than everyone else, because I get lost, miss my turn, or don't realize that the two streets I'm trying to traverse don't actually connect. I dislike having to go to the base hospital or commissary, as I'm not used to all of the People there. (I just looked it up: Demophobia - Fear of Crowds.) Apparently a little-known side effect of spending 4+ years on Atsugi.
Despite all of these things, I'm looking forward to our new Adventure on the East Coast.
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