Up until now, we've been in a process of going somewhere. Our last months in China were preparation for getting everything from that side of the world to this one. This whole fall has been a time of waiting for all of that to get here. We were living in limbo.
But now we're here. The waiting is done. Now we're supposed to start doing life like we normally do, except I have no idea how. There's no rhythm, no routine.
Oh sure, we're figured out a few things, like the fact that we need to learn how to stock up when we're "in town" because the nearest store is 15 minutes away. We've got running routes determined around the neighborhood which does wonders for getting us going in the morning (and for the dog!). We have food in the refrigerator and laundry running. We're functioning.
But I look at Megan's new guitar and think, "She needs guitar lessons. I don't know where to find a guitar teacher." Ethan wants to join soccer. Where? And where is the library? Our kids ask me daily, "What are we doing today?" and I don't how to answer them. Who do they play with and when? And who do I get to play with? I don't have a "this day we do this" mentality yet (and if you know me, you know that structure is my very good friend).
Yes, it's all a little overwhelming, but nothing we haven't done before. It's just a new wave of transition, a bigger one, that will be a bit harder to ride.
So I take a deep breath and say, "One day at a time. We're going to figure this out."