|heading off to the Zanzibar airport|
We flew from Zanzibar on July 8, stopped for 4 days at our stopover in Amsterdam (where we visited the Anne Frank house and watched the final World Cup match on TV with other families at a neighborhood pub), and we arrived home to Tacoma on July 13. On July 19, Brady and I left the boys with Brady's parents to go to a conference on academic writing in Tel Aviv and Jerusalem, stopping for a week in France, and getting home for good on August 2. Before school started, we enjoyed the tail end of a gorgeous Pacific Northwest summer--arising to cool, sunny mornings; picking blueberries in our favorite places; running with friends in the woods of Point Defiance Park. Having seen much more of the world now, we know (not that there was any real doubt) that our home is among the loveliest places in the world.
|home sweet home|
Plus, we’ve been so busy. And I think that’s really the biggest day-to-day difference that we've all noticed. In Zanzibar, we were teaching and going to school and exercising and doing things with friends, just like we do at home, but the predominant feeling we had was of having time (even perhaps too much time). Back home, we’re busy; there’s more of everything—more scheduled activities, more homework, more house to clean and maintain, more choices to make at the grocery store, more new technology to learn to use. And all of these things—wonderful though they are—take time.
Now on the brink of the new year, we’re taking stock.
|family dressed in Netherlands orange|