Martin and I were talking about how our expectations are much more... mundane this time, but in a good way. We know our limitations here. We also know the benefits. We know where to buy things, where to eat out, and what we can and can't do. Those were a big deal before. I spent a large amount of time in the beginning, almost 2 years ago, scrambling, trying to hunt down where to buy things, where to get the best prices, where to find the odds and ends that would make our house a home. I also had to learn the routes to stores and restaurants, and now, well, returning, I already know all of those things. There is less anxiety, but also less excitement, but again, in a good way.
We are returning with a whole new person and a lot more stuff for that whole new person, but also thanks to three holidays, a Baptism, a First Communion and basically six months of my children being indulged by grandparents. They are still riding the sugar high. And our flat is busting at the seams, even after a good purging of trash and old toys. It doesn't help that I loaded up on English language books while we were gone. I couldn't help myself.
Our house has begun! We will have a finished foundation by next week or the week after, depending on the weather. And I know that Martin feels the same way I do, that the house is really the only place we ever want to be. We visit whenever the kids will allow it without a complete revolt and it's all very exciting. Beginning a house while living in another country is tedious work. I'm glad we're back.