Country road, take me home... (wait, where is that again now?)

Going home for the first time after moving away is like seeing your most recent ex, and being reminded about all the good reasons you broke up and at the same time all the things that made you fall in love. It's familiar yet different. You've changed. He's changed. I know my purpose is in Georgia right now. But a massive part of my heart is naturally in Sweden. Home is where the heart is and I realize that such a big part of my heart is with my boys, rather than the geographical location. And I’m working on falling in love with Georgia and feeling at home. But it’s taking time. Maybe like an arranged marriage. The love will grow with time. I’m in transit going home for a week for the first time since moving to Georgia. This is the longest I’ve gone without seeing my boys and I’m so excited to soon be squeezing them. Family love time coming up……………..

A week later in transit going back to Tbilisi: That feeling! The one that mashes up satisfaction, pride, peace of mind, joy. That’s what’s going on with me right now. I’ve spent a week of quality time with my kiddos and oh my heart is bursting with love. Does absence make the heart grow fonder? At least the limited time of reunion becomes intense and quality focused. This week’s theme was “Let mommy spoil you!” Oh so much fun. Can’t remember if I’ve ever felt so generous. We went out dancing (tequila baby!), played games into the wee night, hung in the country side, cooked and ordered take away, had silly and philosophical discussions, talked future plans, and more. I return to Georgia knowing that my kids are alright. They are making wise life decisions and living with integrity. They are no longer boys but have become men. And I’m proud of them.

I saw friends and family in compact quality format that filled me with energy, reminded me that I'm loved. Reconnecting with my tribe and catching up on what's happened in the last three months sustained me. I am so thankful for such wonderful people in my life.

So much love!

Arriving back in Tbilisi is like returning to the new lover. I’m on a high. Driving from the airport at 2am, with the windows down and 28 degrees blowing in my face, great music on the radio and a conversation with a lovely taxi driver, taking in the smells and familiar sights, walking into my cozy apartment and stepping out on my terrace to take in the amazing view, gives me a feeling of pure joy. I giggle. I take a deep breath and say, “I’m back baby! Get used to me. We’re going to develop a very special relationship!”