Anna and I leave for Dallas, TX tomorrow morning. EARLY. It’s a long darn flight and not a very comfortable one no matter what airline you fly on or what class of seats you fly in. We, however, do happen to fly economy so it’s even worse. Yes, I’m whining and no, I’m not looking forward to the flight. Being there, however, is another story. I’m excited to see my kids and other family and close friends and just Texans in general wherever we happen to be. Target, perhaps??? Yes, I think so.
As hard as we try, we are not and will never be superheroes. Especially on trips home. We wanna be…
But we’re not. We end up looking more like
I don’t mean to sound like a downer just before leaving but I get the feeling every time we take a trip home that most people do not understand how hard it is to go home. And most people going home for the first time since living overseas are caught off guard. We were when we took our first trip home. There are so many challenges to overcome (expected and unexpected), so many things on our to do list, so many people we want to hug and we can’t possibly ever fit it all in and we’re utterly exhausted. Inevitably, we tick someone off and most likely, a few someones. This may sound harsh but airplanes fly both ways. We try but we can’t possibly make everyone happy so if you come here, you’ve got us 24/7 and we’ll show you a good time.
For someone living overseas, there is so much to look forward to in a trip home. Family, friends, familiar, Target , and much more. So when people get mad or feelings get hurt it’s a real bummer and honestly, harsh alert, we’ve learned how to not let it ruin our trip. It’s our trip. We flew the bazillion miles to get there, we endured the elephant sized ankles from swelling, we slept in an upright position for hours or didn’t sleep at all and spending our time worrying about keeping everyone happy is just exhausting. We try but we try within reason. We know you love us and just want to spend time with us but we just aren’t superhero’s. Plain and simple. I often hear from other expats who go home and have felt it myself as well, that high expectations of us are almost enough to not want to make the trip. We will fail someone. We will. I hope it’s not you but it might be so my apologies in advance. We’re coming home because we WANT to. NEED to. HAVE to. We miss home but it’s still a hard trip on us earthlings. We do not mind you asking. In fact, it makes us feel loved to be asked, but please understand if we can only give you an hour or two or can’t fit you in at all and don’t think it’s not because we don’t love you.
I think I had a Stretch Armstrong doll when I was a kid. It’s lots of fun to play with but I don’t want to BE one. This cartoon is pretty appropriate for someone living overseas. Hopefully we end up going back into our original shape.
Speaking of Stretch Armstrong….. This trip home Anna and I will be in Texas for a total of 3.5 weeks. Tommy will only be there for about 1.75 weeks. Factor in about 2-3 days of jet lag if we’re lucky, no one getting sick and daily time to sleep and that significantly cuts down our visiting time. And on this particular trip we have to take care of family matters with our kids. In 3.5 weeks we will fly into Dallas (10000+miles and 24+ hours), drive to Lubbock (6 hours west), back to Dallas (6 hours east), drive to Houston (5 hours east), drive back to Lubbock (12 hours west), back to Dallas (6 hours east) and then fly back to Singapore. Can you say exhausting??? I can. And I’m sure I will.
So, just so you know… if we don’t make it to see you or spend enough time with you, it’s not because we didn’t want to. It just was not humanly possible. Especially on this trip. We know now from previous trips that it will NEVER be enough time for us or for others. So don’t get mad. PLEASE understand and make plans to come this way. We’ll even help you find good tickets.