Home, Home on the Range

So, we are home in California. Mixed emotions ensue: 

1. So, so, so happy to have been picked up at the airport by our amazing friends Heather and Jeff.

2. Excited to eat In-n-Out burgers (picnicking in the “park”) as our first meal in the U.S.A with a bunch of our close friends

3. Embarrassed to have made socially awkward comments in In-n-Out because we forgot that everyone could speak the language we were speaking and also that it isn’t okay to comment on race and physical appearance like it is in Guyana

4. Grateful for the party, beers, meals, Spirithoods, tours around L.A. and general sense of camaraderie that our generous, talented, smart friends made happen for us

5. Stoked to be back in Oxnard, kicking it with the Tibbses

6. Overwhelmed by the choices of food in grocery stores and on menus, the many cars on the road and the return to the notion that laws are actually enforced and people should be fearful of the enforcers

7. Full (and slightly bloated) from indulging in all the good, aforementioned food

8. Missing Guyana, our friends there, our work, house and lives there

9. Happy and excited and overwhelmed and stoked for what the future holds in this next adventure (law school in either San Francisco or Sacramento, getting fancy phones that are smarter than we are that we have to learn how to use, finding an awesome teaching job for Tim, family reunions, weddings, buying a car, connecting with long distant friends and relatives, not getting sucked in by the consumerism and easy, unhealthy options available here, exercising at any time of the day, not just the morning, since it isn’t oppressingly humid in California, finding and getting settled into our own place, eventually).

All in all, more positives than negatives. It is what it is and we will continue to support each other through it.