We’re coming home. Soon.
We’ll be home for just a week, but still, it’s a week. At home. In the United States. Where my family lives. My wonderful, loving, super-duper, amazing and so very missed family. Most of whom I haven’t seen in over a year. Most of whom haven’t seen Liam since before he could talk, walk, crawl or even roll over. ALL of whom I haven’t seen in FAR too long.
Home. Where people speak English and where we know and understand the customs (or, at least, we used to). Where there’s a Starbucks and a McDonald’s on every other corner. Where you can pick up the phone and call and someone will deliver pizza, or Chinese food, or Thai food . . . even on a SUNDAY. Where people make eye contact and smile at each other and make superficial conversation in grocery store checkout lines. I’m so happy and excited that I just might cry.
Dan has a business trip, which we’ve known about for a month or so, but the details of which didn’t come together until we were in France. We just decided that we actually can make it work for the boys and I to accompany him, and we’re going to. I can’t believe it, but it’s actually going to happen.
It’s going to be a little crazy, I realize. It’s a long trip, and the kids will be worn out and jetlagged when we arrive . . . and Dan & I will probably be worse. And then, Dan will spend 5 of the days working and commuting. We’ll only be home for 7 days, and I know it will go so quickly. Mostly, I can’t wait to see my family. I want to catch up, and visit, and watch them get to know my kids again. I also can’t wait to see my friends. I want to visit my horses. I need to get my (expired) driver’s license renewed. I want to go shopping. At a CVS. And in a mall. That’s open after 6. I want to stand in a grocery store and marvel at an entire aisle filled with tortilla chips. Or fabric softener. I want to drink a Cherry Coke. And I have about 2 dozen more things on my “I want” list, and I know I’ve already more than run out of days.
I have to remind myself that, as excited as I am by this trip, we will be back again — soon. (We come back in July for a longer visit.) Dan will barely have a moment to socialize at all, I suspect. For this visit, the priority will be on catching up with my amazing family that I miss so much. I haven’t really let myself feel how much I miss home until now. It’s so overwhelming that I don’t think the next few days can pass quickly enough.
Except that I have so much laundry and packing to do. (But, you know what? They sell stuff in the US. And they have *24 hour stores* that sell things. And I know how to find all of it. At least I used to.)