It is Saturday night, we have been back in the United States for a little over one month and I am sitting here listening to my son have a discussion with his father about this and that .. while my daughter in- law naps on the other sofa and the only sound from outside is Silence
We are in a small town in Massachusetts, in a 200 year old house.
This makes me happy.
We got emails from friends in Buenos Aires today.. they miss us.
I miss them.
I miss the sweet people in the street, the shopkeepers who knew us and helped us and when we spoke Castellano and they would pretend that we spoke perfectly ...
I miss my furniture.
I miss my paintings and The Rug.
That rug was bought when my son was 4 years old.
It has lived in a few homes, in a few states and now another continent .. and now it is on a ship and I miss it .
It is time it has a new home.
I am tired of the clothes I brought. I have worn them for a month.
My skill was pretty impressive in picking out the tops and bottoms that would make multiple outfits for a month .. today I got to skip the coat and wear my little "tuxedo slippers" instead of boots.
It is time we had a new home, with nice big closets for my stuff. (shoes ... handbags)
We have seen a few houses.
Quite a few.
We went as far as making an offer on one .. actually, you can call it a bidding war.
Our "opponent" pulled out all the tricks and managed to win the house.
We stopped looking for a couple of days and tried not to think about buying a house.
Then Thursday, we looked at a house, with the realtor as she had to do something for someone at this house.
Now I think we want the house.
Monday we will go and take another look.
It is everything I said I did not want.
I have to come to grips with that.
If I do and If we do and If it happens, you will hear all about it.
For now, I am being Mom.
Cooking, listening, advising ( whether anyone needs it or not ) and laughing and enjoying myself ... very very much.
It's Saturday night and I am surrounded with family( with only the girl child missing) and the sound of famiar voices and laughter and I am Happy.
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