Here we are half way through the year, which seems fitting given our circumstances. We’re in the middle again. Living in two different countries, in the middle of a move. We’re also half way through our big vacation, and not fully settled anywhere.
But it’s been a great week!
I’ll say it again, I think we’re at our best when we’re unsettled.
This week is a triple bonus week. The boys are here, Brian is on vacation from work, and we had his son’s wedding on Arran to look forward to. Every day this week has been a big day.
We started with a trip to St. Andrews, where Brian and golf were both born.
Then we had a day in the tree tops at Go Ape. We surprised the boys and spent over two hours high up over the forest swinging from ropes, crossing spindly bridges, jumping off platforms and flying over valleys.
We toured a seven hundred year old fortress turned castle.
And I did it! I drove on the wrong side of the road, on the wrong side of the car for the very first time! Who cares if it was only for two blocks and back, I still think it counts as an accomplishment. It was oddly disorienting, but still fun.
And then there was the big day. The reason we took this vacation, the reason we were on Arran, the day we’d been waiting for and so happily got to be a part of. Brian’s oldest boy married his long time girlfriend in one of the most beautiful weddings I’ve ever attended. We all cried, we all laughed, we all danced and we were all so happy to celebrate with them.
Before we knew it, it was over. Too soon we were back on the ferry on our way to the mainland.
We’re in Sterling right now, staying in the last of the hotel rooms for the week. Tomorrow night we’ll be back in our beds in Newcastle and I can show the boys where we’ve been living for most of the last six months. The vacation isn’t quite over, and we won’t be settled for a few months yet, but it’s time to go back to a little bit of normalcy. Whatever that means.
I’m glad I still have a few more days with my boy. I have loved spending this past week with him, and with my nephew. They’ve grown up into young men we can be proud of. We’ve been able to give them a lot of independence on this trip which made the week enjoyable in the best possible way. None of our time together was smothering, or restricted. We got to interact more as adults than as parents and kids, and it was wonderful. It’s going to be hard to watch them fly away later this week.
I hope the hugs I give them last us all a very long time.