This morning, I’m sipping my coffee in South Carolina, where I’m feeling the brisk chill of autumn for the first time in two years. I haven’t been this cold since we were in Poland! We flew in yesterday and it’s really only now dawning on me that I’m back in the States, as is evidenced by the sucking dry of my skin and hair that the climate change has wreaked, causing me to run to the store for moisturizers to bathe in, and the fact that I get to pull out my woolly socks.
Woolly socks make me happy. Except at night. I can’t sleep with socks on, no matter how cold my feet get – much to my husband’s chagrin, as he becomes my personal heater. I just know he misses me putting my icicle feet up in between his legs and my frigid hands up on his stomach every night. The gasping sounds he makes are certainly signs of affection.
And now we’re back in a place where I can wear my woolly socks and still make my husband gasp. It’s a far cry from sweaty tropics and mosquitoes. People have been calling us globe trotters, but I feel like we haven’t been trotting the globe so much as flinging ourselves about it. I’m discombobulated.
Only a little bit though. I just had to say that because I like the word “discombobulated.”
But it especially gets weird when I’m here and I hear other people talk about their memories of Thailand. Or when I’m answering work emails and making plans, giving directions in Thai.
I’m sure that by the time I adjust to being here, we’ll be boarding our next plane out.
I kvetch, but truthfully, it’s been great to be back. I got to hang out with my sister and cousins, while drinking some of my favorite beer (and melting in a puddle of bliss).
And I took my nieces to the skating rink and taught them how to skate.
It was wobbly at first.
But they soon got the hang of it.
And, despite being a tiny bit afraid, they had a blast.
And so did I – I’m so glad to have had the chance to do something like that with them. Missing watching them grow up is one of the hardest parts of being away, so this feels extra special.
Anyway, this week, I’m looking forward to a little down time and catching up with Toby’s mom. I hope to get some writing done, and maybe a little reading. A fun day trip to Charleston is also in the works.
I may even do a little of this again.
Don’t worry; there’s nothing back there but more woods and maybe a creek.
Seriously, how is it that two weeks ago I was eating sticky rice with impoverished children in a community center in a rural village in the north of Thailand? And a couple of weeks before that, sipping cocktails on a rooftop bar in the center of high society in Bangkok? Then last week, baking cookies and driving a convertible in California, and now eating chili and cornbread in the deep backwoods of the South? Flinging myself, I tell you.
At least good food is always involved.
What’s in your cup this week?