Even though we lived through it, it is still hard to imagine all that we have done in the past 6 months. If our last year hadn't included a first marathon, a 3 day walk, a dissertation defense, a successful GMAT that led to an acceptance into the UofM MBA program, a wedding, and the selling renting and packing up into storage of everything we own followed by a move to India, I would say this has been the busiest time of our lives. Still, a flooded apartment, a move, a wedding weekend, a trip, a family visit, a 40th birthday with trip, another flooded house, a month-and-a-half of hotel living, a business trip back to MSP, another move, another trip, and a family visit does make for a few busy months.
Now that we are starting to return to some kind of normalcy, getting back to some kind of reality that we remember, it is getting hard to blog - our lives are wonderfully joyfully amazingly boring! I am reading again and writing, getting back into a regular yoga practice, embarrassing myself on the golf course on a regular basis, walking Yogi, getting the groceries, searching for amazing delicious recipes; and Andi is celebrating getting her in-box under 100 new mails, welcoming new directors to India, inspiring and being inspired by an amazing team, sitting on calls into the wee-hours of the night cursing the time zones; and we are walking and running and being together, getting healthy and remembering who we are. Even as we are excited to start planning our next trip, we are even more excited that that isn't until September, and between now and then we have nothing but the mundane joys of living and working and being together; enjoying weekends of knitting and Wait, Wait. . . Don't Tell Me and Hulu and trashy novels; celebrating beautiful Sundays of brunch and cards with friends (if we can all get healthy at the same time).
Which, in a way, is all really quite shocking - just past the half-way point and this is now our normal life. India is still a wonderful baffling amazing impossible-to-understand place, and we are still everyday shocked and awed by the privilege of being here. And yet it has become, all the same, wonderfully amazingly beautifully ordinary.
Now that we are starting to return to some kind of normalcy, getting back to some kind of reality that we remember, it is getting hard to blog - our lives are wonderfully joyfully amazingly boring! I am reading again and writing, getting back into a regular yoga practice, embarrassing myself on the golf course on a regular basis, walking Yogi, getting the groceries, searching for amazing delicious recipes; and Andi is celebrating getting her in-box under 100 new mails, welcoming new directors to India, inspiring and being inspired by an amazing team, sitting on calls into the wee-hours of the night cursing the time zones; and we are walking and running and being together, getting healthy and remembering who we are. Even as we are excited to start planning our next trip, we are even more excited that that isn't until September, and between now and then we have nothing but the mundane joys of living and working and being together; enjoying weekends of knitting and Wait, Wait. . . Don't Tell Me and Hulu and trashy novels; celebrating beautiful Sundays of brunch and cards with friends (if we can all get healthy at the same time).
Which, in a way, is all really quite shocking - just past the half-way point and this is now our normal life. India is still a wonderful baffling amazing impossible-to-understand place, and we are still everyday shocked and awed by the privilege of being here. And yet it has become, all the same, wonderfully amazingly beautifully ordinary.
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