Kinda forgot about the blog there for a while, didn't I? Ok, longer than a while. An age. I was a tad busy. And distracted. And then I came home and the normal things took hold and then I forgot to blog. Actually I didn't forget. I thought about it every day. But then the dog ate my blog.
Well, you get the point.
So I'm back. 10 weeks is a long time to be away from your family, but here's the shocker: we all lived. And I don't think anyone's worse off for it. Jonah occasionally asks me about "your America", and tells me I was on an "airyplane", but other than that, we're all still breathing and all still in possession of all our limbs.
Most shocking of all: no one forgot who I was. Which was an actual worry I went overseas with: I was terrified that Jonah, who was 2 at the time (he turned 3 last week) would just forget who the hell I was and move on. He didn't. He still loves his mommy.
The worst part: dreaming of hugging Jonah smack in the middle of the trip. In the dream, I felt his soft skin and smelled his toddler smell. And then I woke up and realised I was weeks away from going home and doing that.
The first time I cried: the night I got home. Jonah wakes up every night and calls for me. The night I got home, he woke up and called for his dad. I cried and cried, realising he had just adapted and adjusted his little life to cope without me.
The best part: My career is ROCKING now. I have an entirely new job with the same organisation, and it's something I've been working towards for 8 years. Which makes all the worry and angst and hard work totally worth it.
A 10 week trip away from the family under my belt and we all survived. Who knew?