Strange to return home to a calendar that is still set to our day of departure, October 22, 2012. So much has happened in that year and a half that it's hard to even know where to begin in recapturing our lives here.
Fortunately, we didn't have to. The minute we walked in the door, we were home. I didn't realize how close I carried the Chatette in my heart and soul during our time in the states. This is me. We are here. It comes the way it should and will in this place of our heart.
I think you can see that the trip to the grocery store with Jean was very fruitful. We are set. Lots of gardening to do, but lots of time to do it and enjoy.