Don't cry for me, America

There was only a small part of me that was disappointed about not going back to the US after leaving Oman. I really wanted to go home and see family, but knowing myself I wouldn’t be able to relax and enjoy it mid-move. It would have been a replay of our honeymoon where I spent the whole time making lists like: Thursday — pick up rental van, return duplicate gifts, take cat to vet, pack van. Friday — More of the same. Saturday — leave for Virginia (move #1).

This time the lists would have included things like: turn in school registration forms, update typhoid immunizations, and contact realtor for housing referrals. 15 years later I still like to be settled before I relax.

This way I can save our trip to the states for when I can actually enjoy it — whenever that may be. Josh starts work tomorrow and the boys and I have a date with school (reading and workbooks) and then the pool.

Wi-fi hasn’t been working so I’m blogging from my phone. I can only add photos to the end of my post with the Blogger app so here’s a few from our first 24 hours in Manama.
(for some reason it is posting my photos out of order — obviously the one from the plane should be first.)