Facebook informed me today that I have been an expat for 4 years.
Somedays it seems like it couldn’t possibly have been FOUR whole years.
Other days… hmm… Other days, it feels as if I’ve been here four and forty whole years. I feel as if I’ve lived a lifetime here. As if the lifetime I lived in the States belonged to another. That girl who worked all the time, who read books, who went to the salon, who laughed and loved and cried, squeezing out every drop of every moment of the day. That girl was me. Wasn’t she? Maybe just another version of me? Or just a preview of who I am to become later after this time of motherhood-up-to-my-eyeballs passes?
When O was born I was too busy to really enter into this season of my life. Then we moved here, and I had no choice. I’ve been submerged into this season of marriage and motherhood. Half-drowned in it you could almost say. At the same time I’ve been pummeled by a myriad of new experiences. Enough to fill another lifetime. I’ve learned a new language, I’ve been to Crete and Paris and Turkey. I’ve let go of old dreams and started to form new ones. I’ve met amazing people and people that I wish would spontaneously combust (or at least just go away and never come back). We bought a house. My name is attached to a piece of land. I don’t even really think of it as home yet. But we got the official documents in the mail this week. Our names are officially attached to this plot and the house on it. I carried and birthed another child and suffered from the physical and mental scars. I’ve gone home for holidays and weddings. And I’ve missed funerals because I was stuck over here.
Some days, the monotony of daily life with kids just gets depressing. The hours drag on as I wait for bedtime, willing it to be tomorrow already. But then I think of all the little things in between. The excitement of new places, new experiences. Then I remember the endless Mondays spent slinging pizza in college, and that feeling that life was going on all around me and I was missing out. I guess the everyday is like that. Boring us out of our minds. Maybe that’s why some people get dementia, they stop having these experiences to look forward to and the droll of everyday just gets to their brains.
So here’s to the next four years and the excitements they shall bring.
Well, it has been quite a while since my last blog post. Things got busy with my German classes and then we had to get packed for our trip to Louisiana. We had a great time with family and friends and then we got sick. O got better, I got worse. We came home and that pretty much takes us to where we are now.
Our Christmas vacation was great, really. We saw a lot of people and got to spend quality time with some of our favorites. I’m especially grateful for that time in light of the fact that a very special little friend has passed away since our trip. I hope that O will remember at least some of his time with his friend.
Now we’re back in the hum-drum of the everyday in cold, snowy Deutschland. I’m feeling better and ready to power through the next three months of German classes. I’m looking forward to the new challenges that 2013 will bring and hopefully I’ll have a few friends come for a visit!
Biggest Challenge of 2013: My son decided he wants to be a rock star. How do you tell a 2 year old that eventually he’s going to have to grow up and get a real job????
Europe, I love you, with your crazy naked little children running around, young adults making out in public and mothers who no longer give a crap about what they look like in public. Well, they do give a crap, maybe. But if they have a mommy pouch, who cares, they’re still gonna rock that bikini at the beach. Even if they are a size 24.
We spent a week in Crete- a beautiful island in the Mediterranean. We stayed in a resort near Rethymnio which used to be a big port city. It was amazing. The resort itself was really nice- fairly new looking, clean, the staff was very friendly. Unfortunately, the wireless internet was non-existent, so it’s taken me a while to get to post all about it.
Look at those gorgeous green plants!
Overall, it was a pretty good vacation. The company that we booked with is a German company and I was a little concerned when we got to the hotel and all of the staff kept speaking in German. Fortunately, they also spoke English (thank goodness!). It was great to be in the warm sunshine and O really enjoyed playing in the sand. We kept him covered in a light layer of “Magic Lotion” (sunblock). He even helped mommy apply hers. What a sweet baby. He also got a new toy on vacation. There was a racecar float toy in the kiddie pool and O tried to bully every kid off of it so he could ride it. We decided after the first day to get him his own. Nothing worse than seeing your kid yell “Get Down!” at some unsuspecting kid who doesn’t speak English.
O’s new pool toy!