We have arrived. Two jet planes and lots of jet lag and we have managed to stay awake through the day. We left Texas at 10 pm on Sunday night. And arrived in Brisbane at 5 am on Tuesday morning. Oddly enough, when we left Dallas it was raining, similar to the weather on my last day of work at Texas A&M (see the previous blog titled The Storm.) The weather matched my mood. I literally bawled like a baby while saying goodbye to my brother Steve. So much so that the TSA agents felt sorry for me. I continued to cry on the plane. The movie (Saving Mr. Banks) settled me down (it's about Disney after all.) Ian and Evan were asleep pretty much from take off and remained so for about 8 hours. I slept on and off...but that is pretty typical when you are concerned about your kids and how they are doing. People have asked me about traveling that far with two kids. I have made the trip now 8 times, and 4 of those have been with the kids. It just seems normal to me now, I have gotten past the "eeeeewwww" stage of planes germs and how the boys seem to find all of them.
We arrived in Brisbane and we all seemed pretty content to walk as much as we could after the 15 hour flight from Texas. We then flew to Melbourne, we gathered our 7 bags, 2 car seats, and 4 carry ons and proceeded with Paul's parents to their home. Once again it was raining...and once again it matched my mood.
Then came the moment we had been waiting for...the time to reunite with our Dodge. He cried and cried and licked and wagged and wiggled (Dodger, not Paul) and we were so happy to hug him.
It was still raining outside and it was at that moment of seeing Dodge and cuddling with him that my tears started flowing again. Seeing him reminded me that this was not just a visit. He was the reminder that we had just walked away from our great life in Texas and relocated to the other side of the world.
We all showered and walked down to Were St for a pie (meat pie that is.) Dodge even went along and showed us that he is now part of the Were St crowd. It rained and rained.
But a funny thing happened later this afternoon...the sun came out. It ended up being a beautiful afternoon.
I can't really try to understand how I feel today because I am so tired. Every time I start to have a moment of thinking I can't handle this, I remind myself that I need to wait to decide how I feel.
Sleep is not actually overrated. I anticipate we will sleep very well tonight and wake up tomorrow ready to conquer the next steps.
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