"Home" Again

Well, I'm home again. All the dirty laundry covering the floor and the boxes full of "treasures"are proof that we made it back. I wasn't happy coming back this time...I wanted to stay, to make my life in America, to be that American girl I enjoyed having back for the past few months....to create my American boys and watch them flourish under the lights of Wendys, Burger King and Taco Bell...ha...seriously, it was a wonderful vacation, but now I know that's just what it was, a vacation...and being back here in my own home in my new land speaking my new language...well, my heartstrings are tugging and tears threaten to fall, but I must let go and know that this is my home, whether or not it's where I belong, loving two worlds is extremely difficult. And difficult it will always be, no matter how long I make my home in Belgium.

The moose we saw running down the middle of a deserted mountain road, the hundreds of deer and thousands of antelope, the tiny, quick chipmunks and gophers standing tall and still...well, that's just part of what I must keep alive in my memories. There are plenty of pictures, but none of them can capture the excitement of living in the Wyoming world where I grew up...none of them give me the feeling of euphoria I get when I am there, the sun shining in the bright blue sky or the millions of stars putting on a nightly show...

I'll end it here for now. Maybe after the jet-lag wears off and the cold that's overtaken my body levaes me less vulnerable I'll be back...to tell of all the wonderful experiences that I can keep alive, all the hugs and laughter, all the smiles and I love you's, all the good times that were mine...in the making for just two short months of my life, yet in my heart forever alive and shining as bright and beautiful as that Wyoming sunset that passed before my eyes much too quickly.