In the beginning it felt like vacation. Now, seven weeks in, it feels normal.
Maybe it felt like a vacation while our sons were traveling with us? Maybe it felt like a vacation because I was trying to see and do everything?
Or maybe enough time has passed and I’ve settled in.
Just a normal day – woke up and ran on the treadmill (still a little gun-shy about the dogs, so having access to the treadmill has been nice); went to the grocery store and stocked up for the week (hamburgers, taco salad, pork chops, Cobb salad, chicken); changed the sheets and cleaned the tiny 500 sf condo; did laundry (by hand); watched NFL playoffs on satellite TV; read; took a walk.
Just normal stuff. Just like being back home. Well, except it was 87 degrees today.
I admit I miss some things – my bike most of all. But I also miss my sewing machine. My crock pot (seriously!) and my oven. And my family and friends.
But staying three weeks in the city of Hua Hin has given us time to really feel settled; feel we are living not vacationing; to feel at home.
To feel normal.