We’ve been back for a bit more than a week, or so my calendar tells me. My poor body really has no clue. Thank goodness for stamina and adrenaline because the past few weeks have been nothing short of gloriously grueling. I mean, c’est la vie, Reid and I did choose to move back from Northern Ireland, get married, move to Austin and start graduate school all in the wee span of three months. We must be entirely mad, but we’re doing it!
Because I’ve been so busy–traveling between Austin, SA, camp and Kerrville, au pairing and wedding-ing–I’ve hardly processed this whole transition from the UK to the US. I suppose at this point both feel quite homey to me. I know what I like about each and I’m always eager to indulge in the continentally appropriate vice whenever I jump the pond. Here in the US it’s Tex Mex and in the UK it’s definitely fried food and pubs.
Last night the silliest thing happened that let me know how incredibly touched I’ve been by the Irish culture though. We were all snuggled up on the couch (that is Reid, Lloyd, Dad, Chloe, Gracie and me) watching “So You Think You Can Dance” auditions and a Celtic dancer came on. Let me preface this with I NEVER CRY, not in Bambi, I was just furious at Old Yeller, definitely not in Titanic because Rose should have helped Leo (or whatever his character’s name was) find a door. Heck, he could have fit on her door if they’d tried one more time! Anyways, going back, as we watched her lovely dance tears literally started rolling down my cheeks. I don’t really know what they mean, but that’s just not like me. Ach, I do miss it though.
To close out my bramble of words here are few pictures of Reid and I’s Hail Mary four day tour of London.
Cheerio, Brittania! We shall see you again soon.