Two years since I left. Two years soaking up life. Seeing the sweetness in it all.
And it shows. I get comments all the time from friends who know me from before. "You look great!"
I feel great. Filled up inside.
So what the hell am I doing? I got a call to go back to the states. To do something good for solar research. Well, potenitally good. IF we get asked to write a full proposal (and when will I do this... sea side in the warm Italian sun?) And IF it gets funded. It could be really good.
It's just for two weeks, but what a heart ache! The bedtime routine, stories and singing. Hearing the punks pour out their little hearts. You know, the good stuff that become the bits of your family; the stuff you forget about but still make you feel good inside.
Well, it's a great opportunity that doesn't really mean anything at this point except that I'll give it a shot. And two weeks solo. Wow. That hasn't happened in about 8 years. Used to love being alone. I'm kind of looking forward to that part. I'll be busy as hell.
So I am dusting off the power suit, shaving everything... hairy armpits might fly here, but they're deal breakers in the US. One glimpse and those boys will clear the room. No one does business with hairy hippies, even if it is for solar.