Hey Yo...What do you know.

A few times in my life, I have been given a song.  Here is one from a dear friend. 

Wendy McNeill - Holly O'
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4jntQW_Aezs

She walks around the corner
Her heart small and tight as the ass in her jeans
She is a nail biter
Fueled by fire and comic book scenes
She thought art held the answer
But the moments of insight made the questions get larger
She knew this town held treasure
But the map was confusing started feeling like pressure

Hey yo
What do you know
Sweet holly sweet holly sweet holly o'?
Hey yo
Where will you go
Sweet holly sweet holly sweet holly o'?

She says she's not worried of being alone
Her mind gives her more than her lovers
Has no desire to travel back home
The big smoke nurtures more than her mother

A three legged dog hobbled across her path
Part polka part freak show
She studied she laughed
As she thought about how he'd arrived at that state
Was it genetics or some weird twist of fate
No collar no master
How she could relate

Hey yo
What do you know
Sweet holly sweet holly sweet holly o'?
Hey yo
Where will you go
Sweet holly sweet holly sweet holly o'?

2 days

Honestly I am at a loss of things to say, things to ponder and things to try to understand.  All I know is that I am homesick and the days until I arrive home do not go by fast enough.  So, here I am with 2 days to go.  At this point I do not know what is going to happen.  I wonder if I will miss Brasil, If 2 months will be too long or if I will just get off the airplane and cry.  why?  Geez Jill, you are living in a foreign country…a tropical one even.  Well, I am lucky to have this experience but it doesn’t come without a price.  The price was that I had to change, I had to see the world differently, I had to see my life differently.  I think you know if you read me that it has been uncomfortable almost daily, but that is behind me now.  When I come back the work is done and the future is bright and the sky is the limit.  I also think about what life will be like visiting my land; you know it will be the first time in a long time that I will not have to worry about more that wearing clean clothes and enjoying myself.  I will be too far away to worry about Rodrigo’s business and I have no business of my own, just the kids and my beloved family.  Well whatever happens and however I feel, this will be the last post from this side.  It will be the last post from a lost woman who is trying to understand a world so foreign because when I return it will not be the first time anymore so there will be no more excuses.  My next post will be seeing Brasil from America and figuring out what just happened.  One thing that I do know is that I might just find out that the Old saying “Wherever you go…there you are”, applies yet again.

8 days

Take the dog, leave the dog, take the dog, leave the dog... this is the question.

9 days to go.

This is my last week of work before we leave.  It is the only thing we think about all day, the kids and I.  Nope, haven’t started packing yet.  Still trying to get the laundry done in rain with no dryer and a broken washer; It is a much more simple life here but simpler to do the average household tasks there.  Can’t wait for the front load washer and dryer. 

10 Days

10 days to go until I am home.  Every day I get more and more excited and the kids usually start all of their sentences with “Mom, when we go back to America…”  Gabi said she wants to give Grandma a bunch of kisses.  I want that too.