home.

 
We have arrived here in Florida. It's beautiful, balmy and green. The tropical breezes are gently shaking the palm trees outside my window, I just went food shopping in the US again and was so ridiculously gleeful to buy organic veggies, range-free eggs, bread and condiments I couldn't get in Mexico City, so giddy I swear I had a smile from ear to ear. Tonight Dave and I are taking the Littles to the Rainforest Cafe.  Years ago we took them in San Fransisco, but little sis doesn't remember and I'm sure she'll love it. The point is, it's familar, and normal, and feels safe and effortless.  Living in Mexico City was not the easiest place out of the variable bonanza of places we've lived. I worry about the girls being happy here, I worry they won't be easily accepted into their new school and with new classmates, I want them to be happy, to delight in life again, they have moved 3 times in 6 years for us. I feel guilty and hope and pray that they acclimate quickly into a group of girls and soon will be having sleep-overs and playdates swimming and stuffing their faces with buttery popcorn going to the movies (in English!) We're looking forward to a more relaxed, safer, freer feeling living here. Rollerskating, days spent lounging at the beach, BBQs all year round, making new friends, it will be good.