So that’s a thing.
Many of you have moved to and from foreign countries. You have experienced your own struggling with the identity of “home”. And now it’s our turn.
Yes, we returned to the states in August for fun and vacationing but it was a whirlwind and we knew we were coming right back home. Bardo home.
I just finished reading two blogs about the topic. Expats who have settled in a foreign land, made it their home, and then returned back to the original home. It’s crazy and exciting and scary and emotional and stretching. And throw on top of all of that the emotions of living here (where I am often caught fighting fears as I read the daily news). Of course I can’t wait to get away, right? Well, kind of. We really do love our new home as well and are finding it very difficult to tell our friends goodbye.
So where does that leave us these next few weeks? It leaves me sorting, selling, trashing, goodbye-ing, crying, laughing, loving, and living just plain exhausted.
If you think of us please remember to pray that we adjust well. Both Max and Ella have expressed only wanting to come to America for another visit and then coming right back to their home in Bardo. (Sorry grandmas) I know after a few weeks in the motherland we will be just fine but until then it’s hard to change and transition.
We leave here two weeks from today. We will go to Rome for two days and enjoy gelato as a family (I know, sounds awful) before we fly into Cincinnati and then begin another adventure for an entire year.
Anyways, sorry for the ramblings. I just had a second because Max is napping and I needed a break from packing the house up.
We cannot wait to see each one of you!