too early

it's too early.  it's only been two weeks.
too early to look at pictures and listen to the music that carried me at home.  and it's too early to be missing my mom and dad.  and friends i had dinners with, and book club with, and went on walks with, and called everyday.  too early to feel so far.

but i had a moment.

not of what are we doing here.  no, that i get, that i feel.
a moment of what have we left behind.  a moment of acknowledgement.  a moment of this is real, and really different.  a moment of envisioning life for my kids back in the good old US of A.

but this is me.
here.

and this is what i see.

the boys just squealed because a family of monkeys walked across our trees.
monkeys with long red tails.  and then a lizard.  and then they ran off to play whiffle ball at the house up the hill.  the house where even more monkeys live.  and friends live.  and they played with friends who i really like. 

so, it's all good.  and it's ok to miss and it's ok to be happy here too.