Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Sick in San Francisco

Since we last checked in it's been a tough run. Sophia's had the flu, with a temp of 101-102, since yesterday.  But in the midst of it all I've noticed, a blessing in disguise. First of all daddy was able to join us,and help me which really moved me.

It's been a while since I've been able to weather a family trial along side my husband.  Although, we've had a WONDERFUL support system back home. (I've missed you all intensely especially during Nate's 12-14 hour work days the last couple weeks.)  But somewhere between daddy coming home to check on his girls and multiple laundry runs out my front door and into the garage it hits me.   I'm not homesick anymore.  


For the first time I don't look at the people on my street with suspicion.  This morning I'm glad to see the fog rolling through the park.   Especially, after all the sun this weekend. (I know-- boo hoo!) We spent Saturday on our lovely back porch and Sunday on the beach.  I have a sunburn and racoon, sunglass lines, to prove it! 

The hardest part about homesickness--denial.  I've moved so many times, as a child and as an adult, I tried to ignore it, thinking I was above it all.   Trying to figure out how to occupy a toddler, get the groceries bought without a car or a nap time. Multiple languages and nations represented have overload my senses.  I stopped at the nearest store and got a dose of what life is like for an immigrant.  Standing in the Russian deli everything was in Cryilic and I couldn't even buy milk!  I knew I was in over my head when I kept expecting someone to yell at me, like a kid on the first day of school who doesn't know where to stand. 

Everything seems different, even the ATM.   In the name conservation, no envelopes are used for deposits.  Took me WAY too long to figure that one out.  I was ahead when we recycled the bulletins at church though.  Nate seemed a little confused, but this is California! Don't get me wrong.  It's simply a great church practicing stewardship.  But like my unofficial mentor Mark Driscoll say's, "people in the North West believe in justification by recycling!"

Don't even ask about my coffee making and bad hair cut.  Really bad (save that for another blog.) Not a recycling drama but definitely a story for the ages. Let's just say it looks especially brilliant with my raccoon suntan! "Everything is copy." --Nora Ephrom.  It'll make a fun blog when it's grown out. . .Hopefully!

2 comments:

Annika said...

Awww, sorry about your hair! And all this sickness. I miss you! But enjoy thinking about you in SanFran...I so wish I could come visit, how fun would that be? And those pesky ATM's...I was looking all over for the envelopes, and when I finally realized the change I was terrified the ATM was going to eat my checks. So far so good. :) Hang in there!

Tiffanie said...

Despite the differences, the hair and the perma-glasses (wish I could see ya!) I'm glad your feeling "at-home". Miss you guys!

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