Over the past 24 hours it has really hit me: I miss home. Yesterday I wanted so badly to meet my parents at the Memorial Union to have a drink on the lake. This morning I woke up thinking that a walk down Division St. for some Milk and Honey oatmeal was just what I needed to start my day. A wave of sadness came over me, not only are those things not going to be possible for a while but those things are about 30 hours of travel away! So far to travel for oatmeal!
More than food and drink, I miss our *people*. My good friends I used to meet up with at the park on a regular basis, my parents, Henry, Chuck, my network of mothers I could call at any moment about anything (you know who you are and you are so so missed), Dan and Jess...it goes on and on and on. I think the novelty of India kept me afloat for my first month and a half here. It was all so new, so exciting, so adventurous! Reality sets in hard and quick and I realize that people are missing us just as much as we are missing them. Beyond missing us, they are missing Oliver's words, waves, cuddles, and milestones. This was a great consideration for us when we were debating this position, but we never said it would be easy. Even typing this, admitting how hard this all is is hard. The tears are flowing, my heart feels heavy.
Thank goodness for Skype. My parents, Andy's Aunt Sue and my dear friend, Yara, have all seen Oliver wave at them and all I could feel was relief; Phew, they didn't miss it. Milestones don't always translate via internet communication. Oliver is non-stop talking at home and at the school but the screen pops up with a friend for a chat and he shuts...down... Smiles, laughs, waves, but not much talking. New things happen everyday and I have to resist the urge to turn this blog into a "Guess what amazing thing my baby did today!" blog. I hope everyone we love can forgive us for taking him away for this year; Forgive us for leaving. This is truly an unbelievable opportunity, and we are learning so much and loving so much about it but it doesn't mean it isn't hard. We are truly thankful that Andy was offered a one year contract, versus the typical three. Three would be impossible, undoable. One is a challenge, but one we can easily accomplish. So...Nine more months until drinks by the lake and the best oatmeal in the city. Nine. Start marking them off. We will be home soon.
xo
More than food and drink, I miss our *people*. My good friends I used to meet up with at the park on a regular basis, my parents, Henry, Chuck, my network of mothers I could call at any moment about anything (you know who you are and you are so so missed), Dan and Jess...it goes on and on and on. I think the novelty of India kept me afloat for my first month and a half here. It was all so new, so exciting, so adventurous! Reality sets in hard and quick and I realize that people are missing us just as much as we are missing them. Beyond missing us, they are missing Oliver's words, waves, cuddles, and milestones. This was a great consideration for us when we were debating this position, but we never said it would be easy. Even typing this, admitting how hard this all is is hard. The tears are flowing, my heart feels heavy.
Thank goodness for Skype. My parents, Andy's Aunt Sue and my dear friend, Yara, have all seen Oliver wave at them and all I could feel was relief; Phew, they didn't miss it. Milestones don't always translate via internet communication. Oliver is non-stop talking at home and at the school but the screen pops up with a friend for a chat and he shuts...down... Smiles, laughs, waves, but not much talking. New things happen everyday and I have to resist the urge to turn this blog into a "Guess what amazing thing my baby did today!" blog. I hope everyone we love can forgive us for taking him away for this year; Forgive us for leaving. This is truly an unbelievable opportunity, and we are learning so much and loving so much about it but it doesn't mean it isn't hard. We are truly thankful that Andy was offered a one year contract, versus the typical three. Three would be impossible, undoable. One is a challenge, but one we can easily accomplish. So...Nine more months until drinks by the lake and the best oatmeal in the city. Nine. Start marking them off. We will be home soon.
xo
:( HUGS!!!!!! We miss you too! 9 months is totally doable (says the girl not living in India!)! Let's Skype soon! I (officially) finished Oliver's pictures and I get to see your mom tomorrow when I deliver them. Yay! Hang in there, Lindsey! You're doing a fabulous job! xoxo!
ReplyDeleteHey sis! Don't apologize for going away as there is no need for it. I as well as everyone else miss you guys and think about you all daily. I hope you get the notes I've left. Love you three very much give the little dude a big hug from me...hopefully he returns the hug. .consider it from me as well :)
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