Home is wonderful and quite strange to be back. Jamie picked me up from the baggage claim area, fresh squeezed OJ in hand (loved it!), and ready to porter my five pieces of luggage. The warm air, sunny rays, and palm trees escorting us out of the airport led me to believe I was now on vacation. What a switch from the cold, damp, sunless weeks prior. Fantastic.
There have been some noticeably different things. The toilet paper here is part of the welcomed charm. The TP here is much softer and thinner than the paper offerings in Europe. The baby carriages there are just strollers here. Part of that reason is the Norwegians bundle their babies up, put them laying down in the carriage, and put the whole carriage outside on the patio or in the yard. Apparently, the babies sleep twice as long when sleeping outside. It makes for an interesting experience when you go to the daycare center and see 20-something carriages with babies, all outside unattended.
You know you’ve been gone a while when you cut your husband’s hair when you leave, and it needs a cut when you return.
You know you’ve been gone a while when you return and need to change the calendar by three pages.
You know you’ve been gone a while when you return, you not only find a Silver Club card to the hotel chain you joined in the stack of mail, but you find a Gold Club card as well.
The neighbors today had a happy hour from 3-5pm, their way of showing off their 4-5 month old not-identical twin boys. We stopped by for a little while. It was just enough time for some friendly chatter and a house tour. The home was a beautiful, charming well-done interior… similar to what could be found in magazine pages. The landscaping is also quite impressive in the front and backyards. The guy is a contractor, so he is a good person to know. Everyone has been talking about the fence Jamie built while I was away. They all compliment it… even the kids were talking about how “the guy is building it to keep the cat in”. Yep, Hairball is still around and meowier than ever before. We still don’t feed it. Back to the fence though, it’s no picket fence (overdone), but rather a type of horse fence. No plan for horses here!
Thank you for being “with me” on my ventures over the past couple months. It certainly helped me feel less-lonely, thinking of how to construct the blogs every few evenings and receiving your email responses. I’m not sure I’ll continue to write the entries. Perhaps I’ll start it up again on the next trip. In the meantime, I’ll revert back to my personal diary.
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