One plane ride, and there we are; back home again.
I announced the terrible news to Hannah at breakfast before we left, and she cried the whole way home. I had to keep holding it together for her.
And now it gets even harder for her, because on top of that grief, there is the sadness of being back to San Myshuno; specifically the stuck-up, bleak uptown, not to mention going back to a school which she hates.
I got her something before we left, though, something to make her feel like Selvadorada was still with us.
It makes her happier for a minute.
I’m so happy to see my other two babies!
Cyril is mostly happy to see our holiday pictures.
I also find my husband again. Selvadorada was great, but this feels like home.
Hannah’s jet-lagged and goes straight to bed.
It’s tough to get used to this again, especially when everything’s different for us now.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 