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Fear not, I am committed to this being my last emoji-titled blog post. I'm still physically recovering from yesterday's feast that I am so pleased to have been home for after years of not being home on the fourth Thursday of November. We had all of the old classics that, try as I might, I'll never be able to make as well as Nana and Mom and my aunts. And cousins, too! - when did we become the generation that cooks for the holidays?!
I can't be bothered to hit the stores today, so I'm filling my time with the other little tasks that I've been putting off forever - dusting my fan blades, washing make-up brushes, cleaning the tiny things that accumulate at the bottom out of one's purse out of my purse - it's all very cathartic and feels like the autumn equivalent of spring cleaning. Those little things that make going into hibernation easier.
Good news on the visa front! On Thanksgiving morning I woke up to an email saying that a decision has been made on my visa and it will be returned soon. What that decision may be I do not know, but I sense it will be good news and that I could be back in the old world within a week or two. I suppose this is happy and sad - happy, because of the obvious end of our three-month intercontinental marriage and getting on with my life and possibly avoiding any more meltdowns; sad because I'll miss Dad's coffee in the morning and laughing at Mom laughing at her own jokes and stopping into my Nanas' houses and making myself at home. On that note, at what point do you cease having any privacy or truly personal possessions? I feel like, at my Nanas' houses, no room or thing is off limits. Is it a slow transition that just kind of happens over the course of parenting?
Oh gosh, I just remembered another hard goodbye, too.
Anyway, I'm soon doing that thing where here, home, will soon become there, and there will soon become my here. And my home!
I can't be bothered to hit the stores today, so I'm filling my time with the other little tasks that I've been putting off forever - dusting my fan blades, washing make-up brushes, cleaning the tiny things that accumulate at the bottom out of one's purse out of my purse - it's all very cathartic and feels like the autumn equivalent of spring cleaning. Those little things that make going into hibernation easier.
Good news on the visa front! On Thanksgiving morning I woke up to an email saying that a decision has been made on my visa and it will be returned soon. What that decision may be I do not know, but I sense it will be good news and that I could be back in the old world within a week or two. I suppose this is happy and sad - happy, because of the obvious end of our three-month intercontinental marriage and getting on with my life and possibly avoiding any more meltdowns; sad because I'll miss Dad's coffee in the morning and laughing at Mom laughing at her own jokes and stopping into my Nanas' houses and making myself at home. On that note, at what point do you cease having any privacy or truly personal possessions? I feel like, at my Nanas' houses, no room or thing is off limits. Is it a slow transition that just kind of happens over the course of parenting?
Oh gosh, I just remembered another hard goodbye, too.
Anyway, I'm soon doing that thing where here, home, will soon become there, and there will soon become my here. And my home!
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