I miss my boys. They are what brings this house to life, what with the loud music coming from Terran's room, the shreak of happiness from Tony as he discovers a new combination of superhero dressup clothes and the multitudes of drawings and coloring art projects.
I miss my husband. I miss him every day just MINUTES after we all part company for the day.
I miss my girlfriends. Terribly. I won't digress and get all sappy, but I miss you girls. Immensely.
I miss my schedule. I miss the chaos of being the person that everyone depends on for things getting done. Sounds ridiculous, I know, but I miss that. I feel a little like a small fish in a big ocean, not sure which way to swim.
I miss the crazy search for misplaced keys so that I can run to the store to pickup a special snack for the kids for dinner. I miss dropping by the post office to send my loved ones a note, a card or an art project from the littles. I miss it being cool enough in the mornings to go for a quick run.
I miss the convenience of a salon that is open at 9am for a pedicure and the ability to get everything on my "I need" list at Target, with a scrumptious macchiato from Starbucks (no clue how to spell that!) while I shop.
I miss the house being just ours. Staff is wonderful for the most part in that I do not shoulder the responsibility for cleaning, cooking or laundry. However, I really, really, really miss the option to stay in my pajamas all morning. I also REALLY miss the flexibility to just have our space, without feeling invaded.
Picture if you will ... that your family is staying in a hotel. You're there for awhile, so your suitcases are unpacked and there is ample room for your brood to stretch out. Now bring in housekeeping, the laundry service and the kitchen into that space. People underfoot, overhead and right next to you, for what feels like an eternity. I miss my personal space.
I'm having one of those days. One of those days that I read about in Third Culture Kids, whereby you may feel settled and actually are enjoying your time in your new city/culture ... but yet where you still just miss your normal.
To my previous existence ... my past life ... my past "normal" ... I miss you like crazy.
[Yep ... I know that it will be better tomorrow ... I also know that there are SO many things to LOVE about India, that I feel that I'm already in that class of women that will terribly miss India, whenever it might be that we leave here. I know all of that ... but I also know that for today, I'm sad and melancholy. Have any good songs to send my way to pick up my attitude?]
Will keep this in mind today ... as a reminder ...
[taken on our way to Gurgaon, India]
