“There are no cats in America….And the streets are paved with cheese…” – Fievel
For the last several weeks, Eric and I have been singing this optimistic tune to one another…over 1/2 packed suitcases, during multiple trips to the post office our last few days in Korea, as the plane taxied down the runway in Busan, as we saw stars for the first time in a year somewhere over the Pacific, upon seeing long-lost family and friends, over our first spoonfuls of yogurt and granola.
This past week has been one of rejoicing in the familiarities of home: gazing at wide expanses of grass, sighing contentedly at the openness of the sky, and consuming copious amounts of cheese, much to the delight of our mouths and the dismay of our stomachs. Friends and family have overwhelmed us with joyous receptions and offers to help during this crazy month of transition. All in all, we are really glad to be back home and are looking forward to again being part of the lives of so many people we’ve missed. -liz
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