We just finished a month long trip back to the hometown. It was delightful. We had a lot of family time, took in a few plays at the Shakespeare Festival which is like Disneyland for theater nerds, and enjoyed the sites and smells of a very familiar setting. In some ways it was difficult to come back to our new home.
People think that it’s crazy to think that we wouldn’t want to rush back to our island paradise. The setting is gorgeous, we have a wonderful safe place to live, and we have some very special friends that have become our island ohana. I think that it comes down to the fact that our hometown family is not here. That support system that we’ve have come to rely on for decades is not easily accessible. As our family grows older so does our realization that time is fleeting and is something that we cannot get back. Modern technology makes it a little easier, but real Facetime is the best.
So how is our reentry going? Pretty good. The first morning back started off with a long walk on the beach and ended with a great shrimp stirfry. Both are great advantages of living in the middle of the ocean. We are taking it one day at a time, and thanking God for every blessing of being here.
We are heading into the warmest time of the year. Last year the youngest said, “The heat. I can’t get away from the heat!” The Mr. has put a lovely plan in place to help keep us cooler. That is definitely making our reentry much easier.
Time to drop the youngest off with friends, and for another trip to the library to prep for my drama classes that start next week.
Solacegirl 