Back home again

Once again we are in between posts and I find myself unable (unwilling?) to sit down and write. On one hand, we’re back in America, and really is it so exciting to see photos and read about my latest trip to Trader Joe’s? On the other hand, we’ve added another member to the clan, which provides an easy scapegoat for all kinds of things, including blogging (sorry kid). Regardless, I’ve ignored much of my online connection to home in order to actually spend time at home in “real life,” which is probably as it should be. We are enjoying both the familiarity of Northern Virginia, and the excitement of exploring a new-to-us neighborhood among the many enclaves of the region. I’ll try to check in a bit more than the last time we were back in the US of A, if for no other reason than my brain could use the creative exercise.

Capturing this temperate climate scenery on a weekend walk




Dainty baby blanket

A few months ago I wrote about my first quilt and my hopes of someday making a second. Well, here it is! While I actually finished it back in June, I haven’t been able to post any pictures because it was a surprise for my niece (well, really for my sister at this point…I’m sure my niece will appreciate it in a couple dozen years). I gave it to her over R&R so now I can give it to you as well–in digital form, of course.

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Rediscovering Home

The bluff overlooking Fairhope Pier

Perspective is an amazing thing. I recall as a teenager feeling restless and antsy, always dreaming of leaving my small town for the great big world beyond. I eventually did, first to Kentucky for school, then D.C. for work, and now everywhere for life. But now that I’m older, (maybe) wiser and a bit more traveled, I have come to appreciate and enjoy the quaint lifestyle that I took for granted (or worse, scoffed at) as an adolescent. After traveling around the world and back, I can report that people just aren’t that friendly everywhere, sunsets aren’t always the breathtaking masterpieces I grew up seeing along the bay (read pretty much anything I wrote from China for more information), and a plate of fried crab claws isn’t the seafood staple that you’d assume it to be.

Now when I go back to lower Alabama, which is where we were for the past month on R&R, I can see why so many never want to leave. Granted there are still a few things that aren’t really my cup of tea (for instance, the social changes that occur ever so slooooooowly), but having lived in a few places and experienced multiple cultures I realize that many of the things that had me itching to leave all those years ago exist all over the world. Now, with my nuanced, grown-up lenses on, I see that home was a pretty fantastic place after all.

In addition to taking in the sights, seeing family and friends, and eating delicious food, we also contributed our fair share to the American economy, which included the purchase of a dandy new camera. I leave you with photos–taken with said camera–from the Eastern Shore, the quaintest area that I ever took for granted as a kid.

Fairhope Pier
Downtown Fairhope during First Friday, when all of the shops keep their doors open for the evening and host various bands.
First Friday in Fairhope
I could post photos like this until the cows come home. Seriously I have a ton of sunset pics. Can you blame me?
Alabama: our flags are bigger than yours.