And then there were three

For the last several months I have dropped into a blogging black hole, and in some ways I feel like my life has slipped into a completely different universe. The only part of my life that is the same as it was in September (the last time I wrote) is that I’m still happily married. (And, unpoppable bubble wrap still makes me mad.)

Now, instead of living in tropical Saigon, I live in chilly Atlanta. I no longer get my head buzzed for $1 every two weeks (let’s not talk about how much I pay now.) I drive a car instead of a motorbike and spend dollars instead of đong. I’m no longer able to bargain for purchases, and I understand everyone around me (for better or for worse.) The jet setting has all but stopped (for now).

The biggest change of all, though, is that I’m pregnant. In four months we’ll have a little girl. I’ll tell the story later, but she was a huge surprise. We weren’t expecting to end our stay in Vietnam so soon, but between the pregnancy and other circumstances we decided to come home when Jonathan’s contract expired at the end of September.

We’ve been home just over two months and are settled into an apartment. We came back at the perfect time. I was tired of sweating, having difficulty finding foods that appealed to me, and October is the most beautiful month in Georgia. Adjusting to life here has been a lot easier than I expected. After all, we are returning to our own culture. The hardest part has been doing everything as a tired, pregnant woman.

Life in Atlanta may not be as dramatic or as picturesque as it was in Vietnam, but every day the adventure continues.

It’s good to be home.