Thirty Days Later…What Is Normal?

And I'm feeling all kinds of emotions.

The past two mornings I've woken up in my parent's home and felt so disoriented. While it was nice being back in the USA where maps made sense in English and we knew where everything was located, it was quite weird being home. Because really, we're not home, yet.

Normally when you come back from a vacation, long or short, it takes a bit but you get back to normal. In fact, finding the normal is often what we aspire to do. The reseting of a routine is crucial to our equilibrium, even if we'd rather still be on vacation. Once we're home, things get back to the status quo and normal.

But that's not us right now. I maybe be heading to work today, later than normal thankfully, but it's not to get back to normal. I will be training my replacement not just catching up and relocking into work mode.

We are no longer living out a of a carry on [never been so happy to see my clothes], but we are still living out of suitcases. Half of my stuff is in storage and the other half is divided between different rooms and boxes at my parent's house.

Cooking our own meals, the gym and seeing friends is all on my to do list but it's from a different angle. I'm cooking in my mother's kitchen. I'm going to the gym and not teaching every week. I'm filling my calendar to the brim to see everyone before we move.

I'm not complaining, I'm not venting and I'm not feeling sorry for myself. I'm just feeling. The past thirty days were days of a dream it seems. Everything was go, go, go and we were hopping around like crazy seeing sights and breathing in culture. It was amazing. It was incredible. It was the trip of a lifetime. But, like all trips it had to end and we had to come back to reality. But this time it wasn't our 'normal' reality.

A new reality. A reality not already planned. A reality of new jobs, resumes, bills to come and new places to explore. While we were traveling I offhandedly said to Le Husband "I miss our bed". This was probably after three hotels or so and it was just that feeling of 'this is comfy but not what my body is used too'. He looked at me and said "Me too. And who knows the next time we'll be in OUR bed".

Talk about truth. There will be a bunch of temporary homes in our future and we are so blessed to have them. But, I don't think NORMAL will be here until we finally find our place and unpack and sleep on our bed. So here's to the abnormal and the new adventure.

I'll have recaps up next week, things are still bit crazy to find time really blog. Hopefully I can show my face around your blogs today and tomorrow. I feel so out of the blog loop and won't be able to read all your posts from the past month. Shout out the ones you really think I should read and I'll make sure to stop on by before the week is over.

I missed y'all something fierce. Thank you to everyone that kept reading and commenting while I was away. It was so fun trying to find a way to share my experience with y'all. Holla at an Instagram!

And since we all know you can't post without a picture, here's one of my favorites from the trip!