Home is sweet. As soon as we walked through the door I felt my entire body exhale. It’s good to be back in our beds. It’s good to be back by our neighbors (two of my favorites helped me carry in all the bags from the car in one trip—a fete that is rather impossible when attempted alone). It was even good to greet the pile of laundry in the hallway.
But we will miss Texas. We will miss the pool. We will miss the produce (the best cantaloupe and avocado I’ve had in a long time). We will miss the escape from ‘real’ to do lists. But most of all we will miss the husband.
Tonight Atrain ran to the door and swung it open when he heard that dada was on the phone. The husband usually calls around quittin’ time, and Atrain loves to greet him at the entrance to our apartment building. I tried to explain to him that dada is still in Texas. His face scrunched as he screamed, “NO! Dada will be home in five minutes.” I tried again to tell him that he is still in Texas. Atrain repeated his “NO!” response. He is very tired from the plane ride yesterday, and almost everything was a battle today. It didn’t take long for me to become exhausted with explanations about how “it will only be three more weeks.” So I just stopped trying and let Atrain believe that “NO—it will be only one minute!” I sure wish.
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