I feel like I've jumped on a treadmill recently and cannot run fast enough to keep up with my blog. It's all a good kind of busy and I do want to record some of these events as they happen but I write best in blocks of time as opposed to spurts of time and right now all I've got are spurts.
We spent the 4th of July weekend in Houston, Texas...well, technically The Woodlands, but whatever you call it one thing is for sure-it's HOT. Actually HOT isn't the right word. When I come up with a word that accurately conveys the heat I'll let you know but until then we'll go with HOT.
The son of a special friend from our England days got married on Sunday. Daughter1 went to the high school prom with this boy aka The Groom, in grade 11. I probably say it at least once a week here but gosh it seems like they were all just 15 years old sitting round my kitchen table.
I guess not.
When you live in an ex pat community people come into and out of your life at an alarming rate. Its a hypertransient existence and carpe diem is not just an expression but is truly a way of living. The roots of friendship grow fast and deep in a way I cannot adequately describe.
I have blabbed on and on about the many challenges of repatriation but let me just say that I reconnected with several friends this past weekend, some of whom have been back in their home country for five years, and they all say life is still a teensy bit off kilter from the way it was pre-England. That makes me feel better. Normal.

My hair had a mind of its own in the crazy heat which is why I don't think I could ever live in Houston. Daughter1, looking perfectly perfect and fresh as a daisy, was able to join us for the wedding festivities and we had an absolute blast. There were several 'kids' (so what do you call your 20-somethings?) from her high school graduating class also in attendance and she hadn't seen any of them (with one exception) in over five years. They hugged and smiled and picked up right where they left off. These kids represent multiple countries, backgrounds, traditions, cultures, languages, religions and experiences yet, at an impressionable time in their lives, they were mixed together in a place called school in a land called England and in spite of all that was different they found something the same. I think the world can learn a few things from expat kids.
The wedding was absolutely lovely and the couple radiated joy on their special day. We were so happy to be part of the well wishers celebrating with this sweet couple. And I also really enjoyed seeing the day from the mother of the groom's point of view...in most weddings I've been a part of I've been on the 'bride's side' and fyi-mothers of the groom need kleenex too.
I'd never been to Texas prior to this past weekend but spending time with old friends in Houston felt a little bit like going home...turns out there are kitchen tables to sit around all over this great big little world.