Culture shock is a funny thing.
The past two weeks have been spent visiting my family home in California with my youngest daughter. My husband and older daughter have remained behind in England to await his visa paperwork. It’s strange, being in a place that was once home, but isn’t anymore. Once again I’ve found myself surrounded by unexpected blessing– peace, quiet, and rest. Opportunity to reconnect with family, to be a friend, and to face up to a few of my personal demons. Beautiful drives, warm breezes, endless blue sky. And precious quality time with my little one- which, with a second child, is a rare thing.
But I feel adrift- more myself than I have been in years, yet keenly aware that I’d better not get comfortable because I am not yet in the place where I’m going to end up. Tonight my missing pieces- husband and daughter- arrive. Tomorrow we begin the next leg of the journey. I cannot wait.