sperlygirl

a sunday stroll

            It was such a beautiful day this afternoon and after staying in all day yesterday packing and working on the yearbook we HAD to get out for a bit.  Packing has such a sense of nostalgia ~ whether you're packing to move next door or to a foreign country ~ and I always take a second to look through old things...drawings, photographs, memories. It kind of gives me a reminder of who I am and where I came from. These days that sometimes gets lost in the shuffle of work, moving, and life with a very active and curious toddler. Ok, and I am the world's biggest procrastinator too...busted! Boxes are calling...

work in progress

 the cat          kai's sign for cat

And so it begins...many things really. Boxes are scattered everywhere as we prepare to move. Kai seems to learn something new everyday. Right now he makes the sign for "cat" or "gatto" every time he sees one. Today he started making the sign for "dog". Walking doesn't seem to interest him much anymore and he's taken to trotting, spinning, and generally spreading his toys and books all over the house. He is enjoying helping us pack by putting things into the boxes until they get too full, then he figures it's just better to take it all out. I am looking forward to spreading out a bit ourselves in our new space.

 In the midst of this whirlwind of life happening....I keep focusing on something I read the other day..."I am a work in progress". I saw it in an ad but have read it before from Judith Laster in a mantra she wrote. This is my center during these crazy days. 

   Sooooo we're getting ready for a relocation in a couple weeks. J & I were talking about how strange it is that we're only moving 20min closer to work - but it's enough to rock our world a bit. There will be a new neighborhood to navigate, new situations will arise...enough to remind us that we are still living in a different country. I often wonder if that feeling ever subsides. I wonder if Kai will feel that way when we go back to visit the States? I wonder if he will feel more Italian than American, having been born here and not knowing how long he'll grow up over here. It's funny how your comfort level can affect you on so many levels.