I thought coming home would be like putting on a pair of comfortable shoes-- I'd just slip right in. It didn't work that way. I think we were more like the younger missionaries. We came off our mission and what were we to do next?
Maybe a combination of young missionary/old missionary problems-- we couldn't remember where things were in our home. Where's the silverware? Where did we keep the iron? Was that piece of furniture always there?
We spent a few days with our oldest son, Andy, and his family (and one of the five grandchildren born on our mission). It was fun to visit with them and the grandchildren. When we got in the car to drive home... my left food didn't know what to do. No clutch! But driving IS like riding a bike. You don't forget. And it wasn't hard to transition to driving on the right side of the road.
Miranda, Dan, and new (to us) baby Camden-- he's one year old-- came to visit and that helped with the transition.
I don't know if it helped or hindered. Certainly it hindered in getting the house organized-- but we'd moved stuff out of the downstairs for the housesitter. And it seemed like a good plan, while the furniture was not there, to take down the old paneling and popcorn ceiling in the last room in the house with paneling (and also the largest) and put in drywall. Of course the food storage closet is there, as well... and why not... and so we have tons of food storage cluttering other parts of the house now. Well, that includes the 96 boxes of food storage our daughter brought over as she stages her house to sell.
We will start on a circuit to visit the remaining children and grandchildren and end with celebrating my Mom's 90th birthday the end of May. Then, I suppose we really must settle in and decide what to do with our lives.
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