Was it all a dream

i was lathering up and glanced over at the Boy's all in one shower and hair gel. It was a brand we had in the house a lot before going to the States. It's just slipped back into our lives, just like that, no fuss, no bother. It's a stupid example, really. Americans don't really use shower gel and prefer soap. So the Boy dutifully used soap and a separate shampoo for the last three years.

We went to visit fam in Hampshire at the weekend. My sister-in-law wondered when I would drop the American baby terms I use and start saying nappy bag (is that what it's called?!). It's only a matter of time, I guess.

My point to this rambling is that in spite of the initial resistance and difficulties, and dealing with the inevitable reverse culture shock, a month of being at home, we are slowly slipping back into our old lives, our English ways. It's like New York never happened or it was a dream.

That is until I have a flashback of walking along second ave with the sun on my face, and then I feel a wee ache for home. My New York apartment was the longest I had lived anywhere since living in my parents' house over 17 years ago. So I may have been foreign, but it's where the Boy and I would return every night and where we spent our first few years of married life. So it'll always be home to me.