"We are out of PGN." "We are out of PGN?" "We are out of PGN!!!!" So many different ways to say it and so many more ways to process it. I am in a state of disbelief, if you can imagine. We've been waiting so very long for this moment that it feels a little surreal.
Things have been popping into my head over the last two days, things that I miss. After a loud "congratulations!" most moms here follow it w/ "Will you go to Target for me?" Collectively, we miss Target. Driving a car seems foreign to me since it's been over 6 months since I've been behind the wheel. I've only been in a car about 10 times over the past 6 months. Eliot will have his own room and an actual crib. His nursery has been ready since October. He's currently sleeping in a pack-n-play each night so I wonder how he'll do w/ a real mattress. Thinking of my dogs is now an exciting thing instead of a depressing thought. I can't wait to see Eliot running after them and climbing all over them. I'm excited to head to Busch Stadium with Russ and Eliot for his first Major League ball game, no matter how the Card's are doing. I'm anxious to get my Arbonne business back up and running. It has taken quite a hit over the last 6 months, go figure. I cannot wait to go to Greentree (my church family!!) I'm a little apprehensive about Eliot getting attacked when we walk through the door, but I'm sure we'll be okay. I'm ready for it to be "normal" that we're home. I would actually love to take a road trip from STL to Michigan, just because I can. I'm ready to not start translating what I need or want before I open my mouth.
I feel a little desperate to eat things that were unattainable here: good chinese food, decent chicken fingers, toasted ravioli, a good house salad. Not to mention just sitting in certain restaurants: Bread Co, Texas Road House, etc. I had a random craving for CeCe's pizza last week, even. I can't wait to enjoy a very tall, very cold glass of pasturized milk. Who knew I'd be so thankful for our pasturization process at home?
However, certain aspects of this place have grown on me. First of all, my new friends. Many of them have already left and gone home to start real life but there are still a wonderful handful of them here. We will keep in touch, I'm sure after this bonding experience that that won't be a problem but it's not the same as grabbing coffee w/ them and their cute little brown babies each afternoon. I will miss the randomness and culture of living in a tourist town in a foreign country. If you haven't read my entry back in March called "Things that don't happen in STL", you might enjoy that. I won't miss the pig farm behind our house but I will miss seeing multiple volcanos surrounding us each day.
It may be premature to start this train of thought but maybe not. I do, however, know the first thing I will do when I get home...