Well, here we are. Tyler, Fox and I moved back to America almost exactly a month ago and wow, it's been a whirlwind. The last three months – with the birth of our first child, to packing up the home we'd known for 4 years and moving across the world back to our hometown — has been a lot. Someday, we'll be able to laugh while telling our airport story that involved Tyler definitely getting peed all over by our anxious cat, Teddy, after TSA made him remove the cat from his carrier in security. But right now, it's still anxiety-inducing. Tyler left the military in February and is currently looking for work, so we're living with my mom at the moment while we sort out our lives and figure out our next step. To say we've been humbled has been an understatement.
Moving back to Kansas City has come with lots of ups and downs. I hadn't realized how much we'd missed our family until we returned — and I mean that by how much we missed being around them and how much we weren't there for. It's been amazing to be surrounded by them again, on both sides of our families, but also awesome realizing that every meet-up with grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins doesn't have to be this whole once-in-two-years meeting, but something we could do again a few weeks from now.
On the downside, I also went from having an amazing group of friends, steady work and a close network of ride-or-dies in Vicenza to having to start from scratch again on the friend front. Tyler keeps teasing me because people would recognize me in Italy from this here website ("Oh, you're Katie Currid! I love your blog!") but now I'm back to living with my mom. I'm trying to do that dreaded ~friend search~ and realizing that I'm now a mom and not every cool hipster 25-year old wants to be friends with a lady with a baby. I'm probably being a little hard on myself there, but when I didn't have a baby I didn't want mom friends, either! That is, until I made mom friends, who I loved so very dearly and learned so much from.
So yeah, here we are, back in our hometown, starting our lives again with our little baby Fox. We're not sure ~at all~ what's next for us. We're not sure what neighborhood we want to live in or whether we want to buy or build a home or whether Tyler should look for full-time work or start school in the fall. And I'm not sure if I want to jump into freelancing or try my hand at food photography or do the commercial family portraiture thing or, gosh, all 3. I'll be doing mostly part-time work for the time being since being a Fox Mom is a full-time thing, though — so maybe that's good that I know one thing?
Anyway, here we are – back in America. Livin' the dream — in my mom's basement. Here are some reflections on our first month back in re-adjusting to our home country.