What time is it? Where you are?
I miss you more than anything.
It’s gettin’, lonely - livin’ upside down
I don’t even wanna be in this town
Tryin’ to figure out the time zones
Makin’ me crazy
You say good morning when it’s midnight
I wake up to your sunset, it’s drivin’ me mad
I miss you so bad and my heart, heart, heart is so jetlagged
What time is it? Where you are?
[5 more days and I'll be home]
I wanna share your horizon
And see the same sun rising
When we left India we had turned down an offer for a new position with a new company (Door A) for the Husb that would have placed us in Florida. At the time, we chose Door B, with the generous offer to allow our family to relocate to Singapore while staying with the same employment so that we could recover from some illnesses that plagued us during our time in Delhi and get some fresh air (literally and figuratively).
Every choice has a consequence. Every choice towards something more positive also has negative attributes.
We made a choice to take the opportunity to try and heal my body from the long-term effects of Chikungunya and the Epstein-Barr virus. We made the choice to allow our littlest little to finally get the medical care and surgeries she needed to restore her hearing and finally end her chronic ear infections. We made the choice to give our biggest little a Senior year that included American football, some amazing food and safe bicycling experiences. As for our middle kiddo, well, he was happy enough as long as his little Indian street dog got to come along!
What we also did – inevitably – was make the choice to have my Husb remain back in India. We took up residence – me and the kiddos – in Singapore, and he tried to get here as often as he could, which averaged out to a really pathetic percentage of days out of each month.
We made a choice that meant I was to rediscover life as a solo parent. We made the choice to learn how to best mange a recap of the days’ events while on a quick Skype call. We made the choice for my Husb to spend more nights in a hotel bed than in mine.
I am so thankful to the company for allowing us to try this out, for giving us the opportunity and being so flexible. That’s something you don’t find often! However …
We have decided as a family that we are tired of living in different countries. We are weary of waking up to each other’s sunsets.
It’s time for another choice. This time, we are choosing a fantastic position where the Husb can be back in his element of management and leadership. We are choosing family. We are choosing to be near to our oldest as he is off to college, just 15 minutes from our new house. We are choosing to be near to doting and loving grandparents.
We are choosing to say yes to our marriage and the relationship between the littles and their amazing father. We all deserve to spend more time together and foster more simple memories that do not only contain postcard vignettes of really great photo ops during our fab travels.
We are choosing to say goodbye to the expat lifestyle. We are choosing to say goodbye to the excitement of a heavy pulse of diversity and differences that keep you on your toes! We are choosing to give up the exotic exploration of a new place where you have to listen harder in order to understand, see past the cultural nuances and jump in with both feet.
I know that – as an individual, and as a family – we jumped in to our time in Delhi and Singapore with both feet. We jumped so hard that the ripple effect and splash from our presence will be felt long after we get on that plane to return home to the United States. It’s how we plan to start our time in Orlando … with intention and still with the same “Why Not” attitude we’ve had all along the journey!
It’s time for jet lag to take a back seat to family time around the dinner table.
(Bear with me as I plan to blog the process of repatriating … I aim to be honest and vulnerable about it … I hope you’ll stick around for the ramblings as we reintroduce our family to America!)