We're leaving for Holland in five days. There's a lot on my mind. Sometimes I think I am a little bit crazy, and then I read some other expat blogs and realize I'm pretty normal.
Every time we are going overseas I'm wondering "should we move? Maybe we should check out some neighborhoods and schools? It wouldn't hurt to get an idea of the housing market."
I LOVE Australia with all of my heart. So much so that I am applying to become a citizen. I would love to stay here and eat limes off of my tree and carrots from my garden forever.
I really miss my family and there are some things happening close to home that make me want to be there.
When The Captain and I married, I knew that one of us would always be far from family. That is just the reality of marrying someone from far away. I also knew that would be a challenge since we are both very close to our families, but I loved him enough to say yes to a great long life together anyway.
So lately my mind is spinning the possibilities, the locations, the time frames, the logistics. I am a planner so my mind is trying to find the perfect solution to the the puzzle of family on three continents and a myriad of time zones.
With this preoccupied brain I am trying to take care of the daily logistics of getting ready for an overseas trip.
I've bought the presents, and the snacks for the airplane, I've checked the weather and confirmed that yes, the summer in Holland has the same weather as the winter here, the dog is booked to be groomed before being left with the house sitter, one last day to bond with the new boy we'll be caring for is scheduled, the end of term activities and teacher interviews are lined up, and I've got a hair appointment to spruce up my do before we go.
Unfortunately we've got sick kiddies at the house. Finch has learned to say diarrea, and Small Sun can tell me when he has a fever. Our bedroom is looking like a mini hospital with ailing children sleeping on pallets around our bed. Sleep has been interrupted and disturbed. Please, please, let them be well before we get on the plane for the 28ish hours of travel time to get us to our final destination!
You can see the problem right there, can't you? 28 hours to get to family...
When we come back, little B, the boy we'll be caring for, will come to join our family. I've been busy transforming our old office into a sweet little room for him. Also, The Captain's mother will follow us from Holland to stay for a bit. By the time things settle in and we find our feet again, we'll be hitting August!
So, there's a bit of this and a bit of that. Everything has been thrown in my brain and left to simmer!
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