Nossa! Today is the one year anniversary of when the plane landed in Florianópolis and our Grand Adventure really came true. We had packed our bags, we left New Hampshire and arrived in Brazil with Three Tickets to Paradise. That old Eddie Money song became our theme song as we looked for an apartment, figured out Willow’s school arrangements, bought cell phones and, in general, lived abroad. It was funny and scary and beautiful and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. We made friends for life and learned so much from that island!
Well, enough sentimentalizing! I said that this blog would write about our one year adventure in Brazil. With over 160 posts and zillions of photos, I think I have done just that. We are still saying the long hellos to our old friends and places, so our adjustment still continues. I see Willow’s eyes glaze over when new people ask us, “How was Brazil?” “Where were you?” “Tell us all about it” for those who are not interested or able to read this blog. But for each person I want to show my excitement about this wonderful year.
It is a challenge being home. We got a flat tire. Some old mail scam from our old workplace declared we had credit problems when we don’t. More married friends may be separating. The US news is full of accounts of fear and terror. Sherman and I give each other a hug and try to see the big picture. The crickets sing and the owl hoots outside.
Since we are back home, some assume that the blog will stop. And I agree that I probably will not post very often now that the one year mark has arrived. But I imagine that there will be some more adjustments as school starts, and my new job begins, and we continue to keep up with friends in Brazil. So this may not be the last line!
I like reflecting on my experiences through writing. I find that if I pull out a blank journal, my hand cramps after one page of cursive and, of course, you cannot edit in pen. But since Sherman is on the computer many hours of the day, I compete with a sense of urgency to be able to write down my thoughts. Perhaps I will make a new blog titled, “New Hampshire and its Wily Ways!” Who knows. But thanks for reading, Mom and Dad!