Going Home

I have been asked lately, "Why did we leave?" ... Buenos Aires.

In a nutshell ... our son had been living in Japan, he met and married a beautiful girl .. they returned to the US ... visited us .. found a good job and settled in in NYC.
As things go .. we were still content .. well, I was . He had lived in Japan for years with a visit now and then, now that he was married, I felt that it would be sort of the same.

Then ... this and that happened that made things very scary and worrisome and costly and we were in South America and they were just the two of them in NY.
My husband worried ..I worried .. the thrill had sort of gone out of our Great Adventure.

So we started the process of Going Home.
I didn't really want to go ..looking back, my instincts were good .. we should have stayed in Argentina.

Then Tate died. Every time we walked out the door, it felt weird, where is the dog ?
He had been with us through so much, he was a member of the family suddenly gone .. it was awful.
How awful it all would be was not even thought of ..

My daughter in law became ill. Many months of fear and worry ... then finally those words you want to hear .. All Clear.
My husband was mentally packing his bags.

We called our realtor .. he put the place on the market .. it sold quickly.
We left Buenos Aires .. not with a lot of joy . My husband was excited .
But had I only known, while there was Good waiting "back home" ... there was grief and sadness too.
So we left Buenos Aires.

more later...