So I'm back home again.
Touched down about 8pm last night. Black night sky, lots of orange lights. Whew. I love runways. Thank you God for being on the ground.
Then I realized where I was. Bienvenido al Jose Joaquin de Olmedo International Airport, GUAYAQUIL. I wish I could describe for you the feelings that rushed over me in that moment. My "life" was really just twenty minutes away.
As I stared out the little window as we taxied to the gate, it was definitely a mix of emotions that swept over...Ahh. So nice to back, it's all going to feel so familiar again..., gee I'm tired, but thank you God for bringing me back here...
But what surprised me, and I write this tonight because I've thought quite a bit about it today (once I woke up at noon!) and talked about it a lot with Nikki...what surprised me, was the flood of "ugh" that I felt at the same time.
Just this "ugh", and I don't really know how to describe it to you. It was kinda like heaviness that distracted me from the excitement. I tried to push it away, but it kept sweeping through the peace of those moments, as I sat still safely inside the stuffy plane.
Whoa, am I ready? Its all going to begin again...deep breaths.
I don't think that "ugh" is good.
In fact, I've spent most of the last 12 hours thinking about how to take the "ugh" out of life here...or at least how to NOT let the "ugh" leak back in.
At this point I am hopeful, and I am SO glad for this frest start. Nikki and I have some ideas about how to help each other, and TOGETHER keep the "ugh" out.
I'm sorry to be so vague. I will write more, I even promise.
But I want to attach a picture and go to be early. Nikki and I went out together for a while this afternoon, and upon returning, there was a knock on the door.
Two cute little brown faces came around the corner smiling back at me (they had knocked and run away). Jhonny and Eddison had come to visit, and they seemed to welcome my hugs as if it hadn't been long since we had seen each other last... The kids talked a lot, which was nice. They talked about buying crates of beer (must have been with their dad), and about their dog that died (at their home in 'la sierra')...all of it with the cutest accents ever, of course. I tried to ask Jhonny about school, but didn't get too far with that. We played with some dinosaur magnets that I had brought from Canada, and read a Curious George book.
I just especially enjoyed holding them on my lap.
Edy could have used a very soapy bath... but dinosaurs and Jorge el Curioso were far more important tonight.
Goodnight Guayaquil, goodnight.