I am simultaneously excited and bummed about leaving on Saturday. Excited because, DAMN! It's gonna be awesome to be in our nice big house where we can all be in separate rooms for a change. This room is so small and we're all in each other's faces all the time. It's gonna be great to have a kitchen and I can make a meal or have a snack in my jammies (if I want food here, I have to get dressed and go out to eat, and sometimes, I just feel like having microwave popcorn). It's going to be great to understand what people are saying, to be able to read signs and package labels and even watch TV in English again. I'll have more freedom, I can go out at night or to the grocery store by myself. I'll have a car so I don't have to walk or take a taxi everywhere I go. I won't accidentally order a whole fish at restaurants.
But, on the other hand, the adventure is over. We're going home. To Utah. Back to our regular old lives. What do I have to look forward to now? Re-starting the diet? Cleaning the house? Potty training? This has been an amazing experience for me. But I need to be careful that I don't get the post-adventure blues. I can easily see myself going home and sulking. Thumbing sadly through pictures of our trip, counting the days until we can go somewhere exciting again.
I think I need to make more of an effort to find adventure and excitement in my every day life. I find myself getting sucked into John's boring old routine so often, that I forget that I can CHOOSE to get out and do something fun instead. Alex and I don't have to hang around the house all day, we can go to the zoo, we can pack a lunch and go on a picnic, we can go to the dinosaur museum... I can even leave Alex home with John sometimes and attend the meetings / book clubs / Mom's night out activities with the Mom's club I joined recently. The rec center nearby my house has a day care that I can drop Alex off at and work out in their fitness center or take an exercise class like spinning or lifting. I just need to DO it. And you know what? Starting next week, I will.
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