Every once in a while, I have a day where I feel like someone has stuck me into a contraption that, while uncomfortable, is supposed to be good for me. I reach and stretch and bounce IN PLACE with no end in sight and no real hopes of accomplishing anything tangible.
Today was one of those days. A day started too early. Taxis with no A/C and absolutely no desire to let me give them directions to our house. Lots of aggressive grabbing at Alli. The inability to accomplish an incredibly simple task due to the city's limitations. Struggles in parenting a very smart, very determined child.
I had days like this in the States, everyone does. But today, this land felt foreign and very, very far from my family and friends. And then, I bathed sweet Amelia, read to Alli and fed my hubbie cold pasta for dinner and I am reminded that my home is with them.
Tomorrow is another day. We remain the lucky ones.
But watch out Saigon, because I am going to learn some really good swear words.
I know a couple good ones.
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