Leaving the island was not emotional for me. It was a blur, to say the least… at least at the time I was in the middle of it all –the sorting and packing. I was edgy and under pressure. The emotions and nostalgia came later when I would see photos of our island life that had just come to an end. A laid-back life that we dearly miss. But during the days leading up to our move, everything was a bit overwhelming– the packing and sorting, preparing for our Christmas activities with our homeschool support group in the big city (plus our own family’s Christmas preparations) not to mention the stress I felt for yet another boat trip back home, anticipating crowded terminals with passengers going home for the holidays.
At the port. Our boat bound for home was delayed for 9 hours!
But all ended well. I lost my voice once, I got sick again (happens to me almost every time we move) but I survived! Yey!
Our homeschooling community Christmas activities
But of course, little did I know that more was in store for me…
For a little over 2 months, we were between adventures. Before our new life in the new place (not very far from the island) commenced, we were back home for a while, spending Christmas and enjoying the company of relatives and old friends.
Jesus’ birthday cake
And of course, in between all the Christmas gatherings and other activities, I had to deal (again) with the spring cleaning and upkeep of our real/actual house, our nearly-neglected-always-locked-up-because-we-are-not-around house. It was a couple of days of junk and dust and lots of antihistamines for me. In the midst of all of these, I managed to travel back and forth (with the boys) between my home city and Daddy O’s and squeezed in a quick trip to the big city (an overnight boat away) to attend a meeting with fellow homeschooling parents. Then, our not-so-little boy Q got sick again, three separate times in the 2 months we were home. All the traveling and frenzy took its toll on the poor thing. Three blood tests, an ear and a viral infection later, he was back to his rambunctious self. 😀 Thank you, Lord. Still fresh from the tiring island life finale, I was experiencing once more a slow stress build-up.
As if all this excitement was not enough, Daddy O and I did something that made our Q a very happy boy but brought mayhem to my mommy life: we got a puppy. A decision that, we later admitted to each other, was not well thought out. 😀 Our excitement (and the puppy’s uber cuteness) muddled our judgment. I’m not playing the blame game here but let me just say that Daddy O greeted me with a grin on his face when I had just come in from a really early morning flight from the big city and an hour and a half bus ride (which did not help in giving me a clear mind for the decision-making that was about to happen). I had barely put down my bags when he excitedly showed me a photo of a dog and told me like a wide-eyed little kid, “Let’s check this puppy out!!!”. We were going to give it to Q as his late Christmas present. Daddy O’s excitement was so contagious! I instantly got giddy with excitement myself. So I skipped breakfast and we sneaked out and went to see the puppy. After a fuzzy deliberation, we paid for it, put it in a shoe box and went home and surprised the little boy. Oh, Q was immediately smitten! And without a moment’s hesitation, he lovingly christened him Alexander. (Up to this day, even if the puppy continues to be demanding and a lot of trouble for me since I’m not really a dog person, we cannot just give up on taking care of him and decide to find him a new owner. It’ll definitely break Q’s heart. We have to commit.). We now had a puppy but, uh-oh, we didn’t have basic puppy supplies and a place for the puppy to sleep in! So unprepared we were! So, in the days that followed, we were running around like mad going to the vet, buying dog food, a dog crate, dog shampoo, and all that jazz. It turned out to be fun, I have to admit but boy, was it exhausting… and expensive! As we were beginning to realize how demanding having a puppy was and how much it was costing us, Daddy O and I started kicking ourselves and shaking our heads while repeatedly saying, “We did not think this through”. But for some reason we always ended up smiling. Hahaha.
Who can resist that face? ❤
Transporting the newly groomed little mutt from Daddy O’s city to Mommy’s city in a private car which cost more because public bus transport wouldn’t allow dogs to be with the passengers. Animals are placed together with cargo in the underbelly of the bus!
Q still getting used to the puppy. He still gets tense and uneasy handling him but he loves the pup to bits.
The master of the house.
Q learns to feed Alexander.
I had a love-hate relationship with the puppy mainly because I did most of the work in taking care of him and oh, good heavens! the toilet training, THE TOILET TRAINING! I just about lost it the first week the puppy was inside the house. I think the trouble that this new family member gave me was the cherry on top of this homecoming!
Me, setting up a pen for the pup in the garage back home
Alexander in his new playpen
And here’s the craziest thing- we are a gypsy family. How we will be moving around with a dog in tow remains to be seen. We really did not think this through. Hahaha. But all shall be well!
(As of this writing, Alexander is temporarily in the care of my brother back home. It has been almost 2 months. Daddy O has gone home once to check on him and made sure he got his scheduled shots at the vet. We intend to go back and get him once we have settled in our new place).