Home!

As I sit here in the dark, on my hotel room floor, home is what I find myself thinking about.  It's 4 am in IL, everyone is sleeping trying to recover from jet lag. I am trying to find home.  We have accomplished a lot in the few days here, but I find myself wanting nothing more then to go home.  Back to Japan.  It is all so much, so overwhelming. So loud! So big!

As an American who has spent most of my life overseas, learning to assimilate to new countries, I realize this is no different.  In time this will become home, and all the little nuisances will fade away.  Or will they?  I sure hope not.

We walked into the Verizon store (gotta have cell phones) and WOW. The guy that helped us could tell we were exhausted.  He took his time explaining everything we needed to know and even let me in the back to use the restroom.  The entire time his manager watched like a hawk. He was taking to long to make the sale.  Spending to much time on custome service. I could tell the manager was pissed, and the salesman was watching her out of the corner of his eye.  I felt bad for that guy, isn't his job customer service?

Cracker barrel for dinner and Peyton said "mommy, can we go home now, it's to big.  I wanted to scoop up my baby and take him home. But, where is home?  It is IL. So we stayed, talked and ate half our dinner. The portion sizes here are just way to big.   He was asleep before we left the parking lot.  

I feel disjointed.  It will warm up soon. We will move into our new home, get unpacked and settled and in time big will be replaced with something else. We will get there.  Learn to love our new home. After all it's what we do.

Until then I will spend time trying to find something small and quiet here.