Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Re-entry and life on the return

Re-entry, defined as coming back to reality after two months of traveling in Central America, has had its ups and downs.

The down side: Well, after two months of someone else cooking and cleaning, washing dishes is a total bummer. The dedicated time we had together as a family, which felt like a magical bubble, has burst.  We tromped around as a happy little threesome. It was sweet, loving and just so wonderful.  Here, the phone rings, there are bills to pay, boxes to pack (oh yeah, we're moving very soon), social logistics to organize and a 21 month old who needs constant entertainment and attention (the outdoor and communal style of living that our trip provided really allowed him, and us, a sense of freedom which doesn't exist in our culture). I think I expected the bubble to stay in tact upon our return, given that we are both around. Clearly, though, coming back to reality has to happen... unfortunately.

The up side: We have returned to wonderful neighbors and friends who we missed and with whom we are trying to spend a lot of time with prior to moving. Henry returned to our house and, to him, it felt like Christmas. Our house, in comparison to the toys we brought on our trip, is like a toy store. He has loved the abundance of books and toys at this disposal. His first romp around the house was adorable to watch, as he hugged, examined and enjoyed his toys. Henry is talking more and really getting to know people by name. It has been so fun to watch him talk to his various grandmothers on the phone. Today he said "Bye-bye Mimi, Love you."

So the writing of a blog, I think, will go on. I have loved jotting down our lives' activities and sharing thoughts, feelings and experiences. I am clearly not the only one. Every other Tom, Dick and Irene has a blog. Some are better than others but I think people blog for themselves more than for others. Its an outlet. And, if someone appreciates it or likes it than the all the better.

I think the blog with morph a bit. So, for those of you out there who are reading.. I'd love for you to stick around. If it takes a turn and hits you with a "get me outta" here, Ill understand.

A logistical note: I have gone back and edited all the entries from our trip. I have added websites and more information for those of you who may want to make a trip down to Central America (which I highly suggest you do). Also, I have gone back through each entry and attached pictures that illustrate that which I was speaking about, or which take place in the locale about which I was writing. Please peruse and enjoy.

Henry eating Gallo Pinto on Little Corn Island in Nicaragua.  He's sitting in a big boy chair and using a spoon, all by himself. Oh, the growth that occurred while en route - I will try not to tear up!

Mama and her most special boyfriend embracing on the beach at Little Corn Island. 

A little light reading on the plane ride home.