I had a great weekend. I did. I visited a vineyard, had lovely meals, drank great wine and even danced with a group of very silly (my favorite type) of English people. So why did I wake up feeling so sad?

Last night’s good time involved a fab party. But somehow rather than reflecting in the good time, I’m left longing for friends & family in the States and NZ. These are people that I would love to invite over for a party.

Then there’s the problem with inviting people for a party. Parties are just not something Stephen and I do in our apartments. That then makes me long for a house. Something we will not commit to until we commit to where we’re going to live.

This adventure has been great. But there has been compromise. Most of the time I’m okay with that. But today I’m feeling overwhelmed. This disconnect from permanency, old friends, and a job are all making me just feel unhinged. I rarely go there. But when I do, it reminds me of what I’ve given up….to get what we have. And that isn’t a pleasant reality.

Our kids have no, or very limited access to technology during the week. So in the weekend they become technology zombies. After a few hours of watching our lively kids completely disconnect from humanity, Stephen and I start to lose our patience with their addiction.

We try to encourage the children to take breaks from the devices/computer/television. I would love to see them policing their own usage. It’s still a dream. But we all need our dreams, right?

Today after Lana complained that there was nothing to do in this house she got the idea in her mind to bake something. And here we are before my kitchen was destroyed.