In 1964, when I took my first solo trip to Europe, I had no plans. I had broken up with my boyfriend, quit my job and bought a one-way ticket to Lisbon to “find” myself. Not sure I “found” myself, but I had a lot of fun.
I missed that easy-going adjustability as we “re-entered” our Massachusetts routine after a month in Maryland. It was harder than I had anticipated. For example, I looked for potholders and just about everything else where they had been in Maryland. We had trouble sleeping for the first few nights at home. We couldn’t remember how our TV remote worked, and it took us a while to figure out where we left off watching “Parenthood” (Season Two, Episode 9). I missed the shiny new refrigerator where the drawers, unlike ours, actually worked.
Now we have re-adjusted. Our learning-in-retirement classes are underway, and they are terrific. We’ve had a bit of snow with more on the way, and we are ready for it. The refrigerator is full, and we’ve made plans to see friends.
It’s good to be home.