I feel like I’ve been on holiday from my laptop. I haven’t responded to e-mails, and I haven’t spent much time on facebook, myspace, reading blogs or anything really. Nor am I sure that I have that much to say. But I don’t want to let my blog die . . .

It’s weird to be back home. It doesn’t feel real. It doesn’t seem like my year and a half in England was real. It just feels like a distant memory, and that’s a bit unsettling really. I don’t want to forget our time in the UK. I want those memories to be as sharp as ever. Yet it seems like they’re already fading. It’s weird.

It’s been nice to be with family, to see our dogs, to visit with friends. My family treated us to 2 nights in Vail, and it was SO nice!! We had a great time, and the weather was perfect. I wasn’t eager to get in a swimsuit, yet it was too hard to resist the pool. I’ve missed the days of laying out in the sun while reading a book. 🙂 It’s nice to be tan . . . who cares if it causes skin cancer. It’s nice to have some color.

It’s really loud in the States. I forgot how loud Americans are. I forgot how opinionated we are. I forgot how much I hate the last few months before a big election. I’ve been disappointed in some ways as I think that I built my country up to something that it wasn’t while I was away. Absence makes the heart fonder? Or absence causes our memories to go faulty? I don’t know. I am happy to see my beautiful state of Colorado. It’s a different beauty from England, but it’s just as beautiful in its own right. I do miss England though. I don’t miss the rain, but I miss the quiet, simple life.

It’s been a bit overwhelming to be back. I was so happy to be back in my dad’s church on Sunday. We thoroughly enjoyed the services, yet I realized that I don’t know half the people there now. That’s a bit weird. It’s really weird. Yet it was so nice to see so many welcoming, sweet faces. 🙂 It’s been so nice to see and talk to friends and family who’ve known me for so long. And in some ways, it’s exciting to know that there are a bunch of people that we’ll get to meet over the next few months. I’m looking forward to that.

Speaking of overwhelming . . . never let your car sit for over a year and a half!! You still have to pay taxes on it even if you don’t register or insure it. And it’s expensive! Not only that but getting it back into action, registered, insured, etc. is a lot of $$$. Plus, I still had to change my name on my driver’s license. That requires a brand new license which also costs $$. I’ve decided that every little thing costs money. If I think about it too long, I get bummed. So moving on . . .

It’s a bit scary to think that I start a new job on Monday. I have the new job jitters. I’m worried about leaving my husband all day five days a week in a new place. I know he’ll do fine, but I’ll miss him while I work. I’ll wonder how he’s doing as he drives on the other side of the road, as he explores a new town, as he helps my grandma with chores and errands, as he works on his writing, as he gets a forced time off, and as he gets to do the laundry and the cleaning while I work. This is a big change for us. We’ve also taken a cleaning job, and I feel a bit overwhelmed (yet also really grateful for the extra cash). Lord, please help us as we start this new life!!

So I’m packing tonight as we prepare to move down to my grandma’s. I’ll miss the dogs. I’ll miss my family as I won’t see them till the weekends. However, I think that a routine and a place to unpack and live life for a bit will be good for us. At least, I’m hoping so.

2 thoughts on “packing . . . again

  1. Hi, great to hear you guys have finally got to the US. Hope you’re both enjoying it. Will Mark be writing a blog? Would be interested to hear how he gets on adjusting to a different culture, like what you did while you’re over in the UK.

  2. That’s a great idea what the previous person said about Mark writing a blog. It really would be so interesting hearing about his take on living in the US and, well, anything else he has to say:-)

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