The kids and I made it to Houston at 5 a.m. local time yesterday morning. It was nice to sleep on a fully flat seat in business class, but we still didn't sleep all that great. There is just something about sleeping on an airplane that doesn't let me ( or the kids) get a really good sleep. I was able to get all 9 bags and four carry ons to the car rental place with the help of another sweet family who was repatriating to the States along with me. Thank you so much!!!:) Thank goodness Guy rented us an Expedition or I wouldn't have been able to fit all the bags!!:)
We made it to the hotel only after stopping at McDonald's for our U.S. fix!!:) Then, the kids and I took a marathon nap from noon to 5 p.m. I usually never let them sleep that long after traveling from Nigeria, but I don't know if it was the physical exhaustion combined with the emotional exhaustion of the last few weeks and the roller coaster of emotions I have had but I could not move from the bed until 5 p.m. I made the kids wake up or else we might as well grow hair on our ears and hang upside down because letting them sleep any longer was surely a recipe for nocturnal disaster!:) We went to good 'ole Wal Mart and got some snacks for the room and went to another favorite of Jeremy's...Taco Bell!!! I know, I should win" Mother of the Year" award for the nutritional food I'm feeding the kids!!!! :) But, I'll blame it on exhaustion and whatever makes 'em happy at this point!:) They keep asking me if this hotel is our new home, and I keep telling that that we need to find a home. They both look at me like it's crazy that we don't have a "home" right now. I guess it is...
We're doing okay, but every now and then, a tidal wave of emotions sweep over me. I think of my final hug to Happiness before we boarded the bus knowing I most likely will never physically see her again. The look in her eyes and the tears running down her face as the kids and I waved good bye to her and as I blew her a kiss through the window she grabbed it in mid air and placed her hand on her heart. It was so hard to leave. I didn't ever think it would have been three years ago.
When the kids and I were in the Wal-Mart (Elizabeth keeps calling it Lekki Market..I'm not kidding) yesterday, I noticed a woman in traditional Nigerian dress. At first I didn't think anything of it, and then I realized I was in Houston...in a Wal- Mart!! I heard her talking to her daughter in the familiar Nigerian accent, and I almost went up to her. But, I couldn't because I realized I had tears in my eyes and no matter what I would say to her ( I had no idea what that may be) I wouldn't be able to say anything because all that would come was tears.
I feel a little lost and confused right now. Sometimes I think I am just on summer holiday visiting the U.S. and then, I realize that I'm not going back to Nigeria in August. This transition will be a process, but I know one thing for sure. Our family found" happiness" in Nigeria and I know we'll find it here, too.:)