Repatriation

We're on the verge of it now. The vortex is sucking us closer and closer and whether or not we are fully prepared the reality is upon us.

Repatriation for us, it turns out, means heading back to exactly where we left. We will be taking up residence in The Bungalow again sometime in January.

The reality again of a proper yard, two-car garage, and vehicles we can drive is going to be ours. The girls can roll out of bed at 7:30 (about the time they get on the bus now), and will be done with their after school snack by 3:30 (or the time they presently are getting on the bus for their 30 minute ride home along a seaside route.)

So much is about to change for all of us.

Some of we are looking so forward to.

But, there are other parts that are challenging to think about.

And like I said... we now only have four-ish weeks.

I have a friend who is using her Facebook status to each day give a adoption tidbit. It's part personal experience and part education. I have a hard time committing to anything consistent right now, but I'd like to do a series on Repatriation that is, like my friend's, part personal experience, part education ... A way to help validate my own feelings and those of our girls (and possibly those of other expats who have gone through what we're on the brink of), and a way to help gently explain how it is possible to sometimes feel less than thrilled about going "home."