After nearly 10 months of travel, we have finally made it back to our house in Pasadena. We are still in culture shock — wondering where our suitcases are or how to get to familiar places, so I will make this entry a short one. So many people have already been asking what it feels like to be “home”, and I’m really not sure what to say. So far, this is what I have been happy to see again, the few things that I missed: the lemon tree in our backyard, our own bedrooms, gas cooking, Major League Baseball, the Sunday New York Times, and Trader Joe’s. Oh, and of course, some friends who we have yet to see. We still have to go up to my sister’s–five hours’ drive through the sweltering Central Valley–to pick up our cats, who no doubt will not even remember us and will be as freaked out coming back here as they were going up there. So our travels are not yet through. Then George has to fly back to Denver again to look after Max & Dottie’s character of a cat Freddy while they go introduce the baby to their friends in the Pacific Northwest. George will also do some care of his frail father up in Greeley. He says he won’t be “at home” until all of that is finished. Then he says he plans to sit on the back porch for two solid months before we decide what we are doing with our house and what our next step might be. So stay tuned!
In the meantime, here are some images of the only reason we returned from Europe at all: our first grandchild Lyle, now 5 months old. Family is, of course, the real pull of home, wherever and whatever that is.
And since he is part of the family, here’s one of Freddy, too.