Photo and text by Corey Amaro:
Those two who flew the nest are feeling the air beneath their wings, as the horizon expands their eyes widen, joy is at hand regardless of the subtle difference of culture. Isn't it true that we see things differently when we are on our own?
Sacha was amazed when he walked into the High School hallway and everyone it seemed knew his name, or knew he was the 'French Boy'. I asked him what were his first thoughts he said:
"Nobody wears tight shirts, let alone birkenstocks. The guys wear baggy shirts and baggy shorts...Mom I need new clothes." I reminded him that he took his bike (which cost a fortune) and that he wanted to be Mr. Godiva.
He also said, 'It is strange, in France we greet people, not that they don't greet one another here, but in France you kiss cheeks, or shake hands with grownups and kids alike, but here I never know what to do...hug or not to hug... it is weird, I feel like a ping pong ball with my thoughts going back and forth in my head 'should I shake hands, or should I hug, HUG?! or do I stand still..."
"Hug all girls, shake hands with adults, and high five the guys." I offered.
He also said, "In a small town, everyone seems to know what you are thinking before you think it. They know everything about everyone...."
I added, "Fishbowl. So be good. Be yourself."
Chelsea is in San Francisco, she loves it. Simply loves it. She is sharing the most perfect apartment with friends (Thanks Allison, MaryKate, Linda, Robin, Diane B., Joan, Diane, Joy, Charee....) the community of cousins, sister in laws, friends who have made her landing safe and sound. School starts next week, I cannot wait to hear about it.
I hope Chelsea and Sacha will let me share their thoughts on the differences they feel between the two cultures. If so I will certainly weave their journey on my blog.
.... the empty nest do I dare say... that as much as we miss our two, for as often as we catch ourselves thinking about them, as odd as it feels not to have them around and to see food in the fridge, less laundry and gas in the car.... We are rediscovering something... and that something is better than I ever imagined.
The cycle of life, flowing with the current, thankful that the ride is gentle on this part of the stream.
All is good and there is nothing wrong about that.