As you know, my family moved to Seattle from London at the end of December. Things have been crazy, an adjustment, perplexing, and chaotic ever since.
First, there’s the
culture shock which I didn’t expect. I was born in this country; how could I be
flummoxed by drive-thru menus? But it’s been a while since I lived here. Time’s
change.
Second, add in work,
kids, renovations, and trying to unpack. Yep. There’s chaos here. And as a
family, we’ve been chained to the house, to school, to our desks. We’ve been
trying to navigate school announcements and shopping. The myriad of government
forms is astounding, and I still second guess myself when crossing the road.
So why are we here?
Ah, because we’ve
reached that time in our life when we realize…Time. We want our kids to know their extended family. Also, they’re missing
the culture we grew up with. We knew that if we didn’t seize this moment, our
son may never know how to kayak, ski, or ride a bike. Our daughter will only
know city life, and not the blisters of hiking in the woods for miles because
she’s lost.
This gets to the crux
of the matter. My fear is that we may have returned too late. The way we’re
going, it’ll be a year before any fun happens. We bought ski clothes…and then
missed the ski season. The drastic change in daily living has been one hurdle
after another. Our kids are young, but habits have already been created.
It
took weeks for my daughter to learn she can approach a car differently than
her brother. You see, she only knows taxis. And in taxis you all pile into the
vehicle from one side. She kept piling in after her brother until he pointed
out she could use the other door. My son still shows no
interest in driving, and as for that kayak? His nose continues to be buried in
books or on his phone.
But this must stop;
otherwise, what’s the point of moving? I may have lived here before, but it’s
all new to them. They need to see the world with their young eyes, and with all
the possibilities of youth. So when they grow up they can embrace what culture
they want, and where they want to live.
When I can, I force myself
to stop with all the work needing done. My house is a wreck, and I’ll have
boxes to unpack in December. Renovations? I need to pick out paint samples
still. The kids should see the open water, and not just the house in shambles.
Thus far, I may have
managed only a handful of these moments, but they do exist. Like glimmers of
light at the end of a very long, crazy, perplexing, and chaotic tunnel.
How do you stop the
hectic schedule of everyday life to have fun?
Nicole :-)To celebrate the upcoming release of The Knight's Scarred Maiden, I'm attempting to bake Medieval food! Come join me all month at the Unlaced Book Club and guess what food I'm making for a chance to win a signed copy. https://www.facebook.com/groups/TheUnlacedBookClub Or join me at the Harlequin Blog May 25th, June 2nd, June 13th and chat with me about my failures! http://harlequinblog.com/
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2 comments:
My husband and I have been married for almost 25 years, I'm pretty sure there are boxes in the basement I brought with me and have never opened. And we've moved 4 times.
Give yourself time to adjust. My brother was stationed in Europe with the military for about a decade. When he came back, he had to take time to adjust to living in the USA again. I think it took him several years. But he did it. He's been back in the US for at least a decade now.
denise
Denise, it's always a joy to talk to you. You have a way of making me feel less..insane! :-) I truly hope to garden and play all summer, so I'll see how those adventures go!
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