I'm back in Paraguay. As before, my time in Seattle feels like it was much too short, and even has a "dreamlike" quality to it...as if I just woke up from a long siesta and I never left this land of red earth. Or "the Land of Cucaraches," as my son calls it.
However, something's different...I feel, well, not exactly happy, but...what? Satisfied? Different, certainly. As if I was suffering though the Five Stages of Grief these last two years, and I've finally moved into the final stage: acceptance. There's no anger, no depressed resignation, certainly no bargaining going on. I've come to truly accept where I am (and just what Paraguay is), and I'm on board with it. You probably won't hear me making complaints like I have been the last couple years. Well, not at the same rate anyway.
We actually got in yesterday morning, after a two day stop at our nation's capitol (well, my nation's capitol: Washington D.C.). Got a chance to watch the Seahawks shellac the Vikings and see the remains of destruction left from a three day storm that killed a bunch of people in Asuncion, including a two month old baby. Third world problems...they tend to trump most of the petty concerns of the average American. Anyhoo...
I've got a lot of different things I want to talk about, but I probably won't get back to regular posting till Wednesday. The baby's up (though she's mostly entertaining herself at the moment), and tomorrow's a national holiday (for Paraguay), so it will be mostly family time (and getting ready for a holiday trip to Mexico after that). Still, I'll try to get some things up as I can. Though I'll warn you right now, I want to write some stuff about superheroes.
Ope...the other kid is awake. Got to go...can't neglect my parenting duties forever!
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