Snowy and rainy outside, I have a few hours to myself. Kids are at school and James is teaching the high schoolers for the afternoon. J and I had a lovely morning alone together. I am thinking about New York and the UK. I look back on my blog when we were in Europe from June 2006-Dec 2006. I find myself welling up missing Paris and the village. I want to go back. I miss the people, the puppies, the adventure. Oh wait, I AM going back, sort of. To the UK (England, Scotland and Ireland) at least in March. I long for the lazy days of getting up and cooking all day and deciding what I will teach the kids each day. Don't get me wrong that was a chore and at times I was absolutely sick of it. But our lives are so busy now there is little time to breathe. We haven't been to a museum since we returned to the states. But the kids can still spot a Monet, Degas or Van Gogh from a mile away though. I am getting excited about traveling back to Ireland and seeing Scotland for the first time. I fear because I am in the middle of school and working f/t that I won't put as much TLC in planning a I did before. I probably won't but I'm sure it will all be wonderful. I think of New York, where James will spend 10 mos next year. We still don't know if we will all go or not. Each day it changes. Today I thought it would be easier to just stay behind and visit. Kids would stay in school with their friends. I would keep my familiar and comforting job. But I read my journal from when James and I were apart for 50+ days in Europe and it was so hard. My heart broke when he left Paris and I still to this day feel pain there from it. I find myself struggling between wanting stability, comfort and quiet and all out adventure. I love adventure and I love for my kids to experience it. Uprooting sux but they can learn so much from being in New York. New York is greta for those of us who get bored easily.
We'll see.
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