I just landed from being 12 days in Argentina. I will post date some posts about being there (and even some older ones.) And I am going to commit to writing regularly. Really. I mean it this time.
We have been back living in the States for about 5 months. Everyone is good. I am OK. I guess since the kids acclimated with little or no fuss, I have had the luxury of thinking about myself. I am happy being back?
I am not sure. I don’t know how to articulate how I feel. I don’t know if what is going on is just feeling unsettled or being in transition. I don’t know if it is me wishing we hadn’t left Argentina or wishing we hadn’t returned here.
But now that we have been back to Argentina, I wouldn’t want to live there again. Its not the same as being glad we left but its makes me feel more married to the idea that leaving was the right thing to do. Returning to Argentina was great. We saw friends in BA and spent time in my favorite place in the world, Patagonia. So while it was a family vacation it served as closure too.
Our life of living in Argentina is over. It makes me sad. Maybe that’s the not so complicated feeling I have been having. Doesn’t seem too complicated to fix. Need to make a new life and keep happy memories of the old.