I never thought I would be so proud of sleeping in till five. Yes, five, my friends, is sleeping in. Nor did I ever think I would get so excited over the poultry aisle at the supermarket or gas being $3.85 a gallon. Being able to say, "Good morning," rather than "Kalimera!" Not needing google translate to work with the bank teller. Flushing toilet paper down the drain, not waiting an hour for water to heat up so I can take a shower. I never expected any of these things to be so exciting. But then again, I never thought I would spend the first two years of marriage as an expat, let alone have the opportunity to live in Cyprus.
Before the move, I was waking up well before five. I would drag my exhausted body out to the sofa and curl up to watch the colors of the sky shift from dark shadow to a golden translucence. Those early hours were for me and me alone. I find myself embracing a similar pattern now that we are Stateside again. Long before dawn, I gingerly climb out of bed and claim one of the sofas in the house. I rifle through emails still sailing in from the other side of the world and then just listen.
These hours before anyone else is awake is my chance to process, well, everything. Loss of home, loss of stability, change of location, loss of friends, lifestyle, addition of family, change in climate...on and on the list goes. Before we left, my sole focus was on getting us home, now that we're here, I'm forced to face the looming questions. What next? Where do we go next? What do I do next? Where do we live? Who do we interact with? What now? This morning as I write, I realize for the first time that I don't need to have the answers to these questions. Not yet. I can muddle through a little longer and take things on a day at a time. We're only four days into this new adventure. Now is the time for an open mind, a hopeful heart, and a lot of faith.