We’re slowly but surely getting back into the rhythm of life here. We have a new found love of sleeping though and are barely able to drag or butts out of bed before 10:00 am. Tomorrow morning will be a real shock to the system.
I knew that reintegrating would be hard. It’s like the hangover from any vacation, where you find yourself feeling a wee bit sorry for yourself, wishing you were back there and fighting the acceptance of real-life. This feels like that only much, much bigger. It has a bit of the feel of a real hang-over, dizzy, unable to face the light in the morning, confused and groggy. Those feelings are beginning to subside, only to be replaced with the mounting dread of the first day of school. Brand new school, brand new classroom, brand new teachers, brand new set of strangers yet to become new friends.
We face that Goliath tomorrow. Tensions are running high; emotions are close to the surface. Short tempers are where patience should be. Over reacting is in place of understanding. Edginess is where humour once was. We’re feeling raw and anxious – the the jitters before the big game. Tomorrow morning our 1 toilet will be in high demand!
We will draw our courage from all of the kind words you all have shared over this year and especially in the special moments where we were lucky enough to be face to face with some of you. We remember this day, this week only too well. It’s memories like this that highlight just how quickly the year has flown by. This was the week that lasted a lifetime.
We also remember that we made it through. We survived. And so it is with that knowledge that we will try to face the day. Calling on every angel and ounce of prayer and good energy each of you are sending our way. And at the end of the day there will be exhales, softened shoulders and definitely ice-cream.
Here are a few images from our first days back, reminding ourselves what we love about our life here. There is much to love.