It's a strange place to be. Back in our home country. Back in our same neighborhood. But sortof starting all over again.
We have to find the nearby playgrounds that didn't matter to us before we left since Lydia was just a year old. (For the record, we have found a couple but it's been so hot we haven't spent a lot of time at them). And since we had been living in a foreign country not speaking the language, hating the fact that we'd spend hours at the park surrounded by people yet completely alone since we couldn't communicate in each other's language, I just assumed we'd find the local playground which would (of course) be teeming with multitudes of other mommies and kids just longing for us to be their new friends/conversation partners/soul mates. "Suprisingly", that hasn't happened yet. Yes, I am largely blame -- still lacking in the the "Willing to Initiate Conversation with Strangers" department -- but it's amazing how I can still feel so alone, even when surrounded by native English speakers.
I have discovered that there are books out there on this subject. Think I'll order some today.
"The sparrows jumped before they knew how to fly, and they learned to fly only because they had jumped." –L.O.
2 comments:
I can understand you very well! Just about a year ago I made exactly the same experience...
I wanted to share a couple of things. First of all welcome home! Secondly thank you for continuing the little glimpse into your lives - we hardly know you but yet love you dearly! I would imagine you are in a reverse culture shock as your move from a "foreign" country to your "home" country happened so fast. Take it easy on yourself and allow time for this adjusment as well.
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