A friend in HYD talked about the time between packing out and leaving as "that in between space" when one is neither here nor there. The boxes are en route to the new city as are many thoughts, but one still has work and relationships to attend to in the current place. I think the limbo period actually extends until arrival at the next post; right now we certainly aren't anywhere in particular. We're enjoying Austin and spending time with grandparents - and are looking forward to visiting more friends and family on our east coast driving tour - but where we actually "are" is up for debate.
It hit first on arrival in Houston: the customs form asked for our city of residence. It wasn't HYD anymore. We haven't set foot in Manila, so we couldn't call it that either. Technically Austin is our US residence, but we're only here for three weeks. And we'll only be in the DC area for five weeks. After nearly 30 hours of traveling with two kids, six checked bags, 5 carryons and a dog, Greg and I looked at each other bewildered. Where do we live right now? (We did fill in Austin.)
Though enjoying the extended vacation, four weeks of no work is a little strange for everyone. William wants to know why Grandpa Bob goes to work but we both stay home. We are certainly not used to having to entertain a one year old and three year old 100% of the time! So, that in between space is not just about figuring out where we live or half-adjusting to the US just in time to have to learn a new culture in Manila, it also means finding a new rhythm for our days.
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