Have you ever looked back at some point in your life and realized that you have just taken some things and some people for granted? Welcome to my world.
After about 26 hours in transit, we arrived home. Really home. There were banners on our door. Handwritten messages etched in chalk in our driveway. Flowers in the kitchen. Welcome home cards and presents in each of the kids rooms. Hamburger and a full gallon of milk in the refrigerator. Apples and bananas in the fruit bowl. An entire meal waiting. Ice and popsicles in the freezer. Cereal, goldfish, fruit roll-ups, and so much more in the pantry. Toilet paper on the front steps. Blue skies, no heat, and no humidity. And about 15 kids waiting in the driveway for Bear, Flower, and Angel to arrive home.
Our friends wrapped their big ole hearts around us and welcomed us back. It was (almost) as if we never left. It was clear they knew us well because everything we have been missing was waiting at our house for us. Including friends and family. I was never more homesick than the moment I walked in our front door. It is good to be back. Really, really good.
Living in India has been a wonderful adventure and we are enjoying our time there. But, seriously, there is just no place like home.
You may wonder how things seem now that we are back. Here are just a few of the things that I have noticed/done.
When I took my first shower here, I filled my mouth up with water and spit it out – several times. Just knowing that the water here is safe to brush your teeth with and drink is so wonderful.
We went to the grocery store and were amazed by the variety of items available. I noticed how many parking lots America has – India doesn’t really have parking lots. I bought baby carrots that are already peeled and washed in a bag. I bought cheese that has already been shredded. And I bought naan (Indian bread). I carried my own groceries to the car and enjoyed putting them away all by myself.
I have enjoyed cooking my own food and washing my own dishes and not explaining to anyone how I want it done.
The smell of the clothes in the dryer stopped me in my tracks.
My kids watched tv and understood every commercial.
I have driven myself and knew exactly where to go. It is a treat to have that sense of independence back.
Queso has given me my scratchy cat kisses and purred in my ear.
I have been hugged and kissed and taken more deep breaths than I have in four months.
I have sat on the front porch and watched my kids reconnect with their life long friends as if they had only been gone for 4 hours – not 4 months.
It has been an amazing 48 hours and I am soaking in every second.