I’m pretty sure Jeff and I successfully made it through a move followed by a week trip over to Paris. No one got lost for too long, nothing got broken during the move, everyone and everything is accounted for. Except perhaps the wonderful 20 pd bag of bird seed I had for the birds this winter. It turns out that chippies are able to get into our new home’s garage and they ate that 20 pd. bag in a week. It’s strange because they left little behind. it’s almost as if I moved an empty bag to the garage…and never was it ever full…
So it’s day two of being back in the States and certainly the rhythm of life is very different here than in Paris. What I’m really grateful is coming back to my own home (no apartment dwelling now! whee!) and having this big yard to ponder over. I’ve been sitting outside on the privacy of my own deck and just watching the sky…which is about all one can do when suffering from jetlag.
The cats are very possessive of us now, never letting us getting out of their eyesight unless, of course, they’re asleep! I wondered if they would remember us and they did and they do, very very well, which is rather touching.
So I’m here and I’m back and it’s been a long long ride. I’m glad the summer is closing because this summer has been very madcap. Every month since May we expected to move here to this house and every month it got moved back till finally there was a week till Paris and something had to happen. And it did. We got in and then we left. But now we’re back and I think I’ll unpack very very slowly and just relish this Non-rushing about. I’m not a very good rusher anyways.