This time between trips is bizarre. That’s the word that keeps coming to mind; I can’t really think of another one. It’s unlike anything else I’ve ever known, that’s for sure.
We spent a week with our daughter in Ethiopia and then we returned to our life as regularly scheduled – work, household chores, stupid TV shows, and so on. But there’s nothing normal or regular about our life now. It is 100% different, because we know her and because she’s not with us. Nothing is the same.
We’re stuck between two worlds – the old world that was so normal until a couple of weeks ago, and the new world that includes our daughter.
We’ve been keeping busy, and I suppose that will be key to surviving these next several weeks. Over the weekend we emptied out the room that will be Baby K’s. We also started to figure out what we need for her. We pulled together a guest list for a shower friends are throwing for us in a few weeks. I spoke with my boss and arranged my maternity leave.
We are thinking and planning and doing things to prepare to bring her home. But she’s not here. And we’re not there. So everything just seems weird – because it IS weird.
However, it is what it is. I’m reminding myself of that mantra and I’ll be chanting it countless times a day, I’m sure. We’ll deal with this in-between time because we have to. And with each day that passes we’ll know that we’re one day closer to getting out of this bizarre place.