The Truth is... Heavenly Hell

The truth of the last 36 hours is that they have been extremely difficult, but all for a good reason. I am in El Paso, I have Boo in my arms, and I never want to let him go. I have had little sleep, I cried more than once (actually, once in each airport) and I discovered that 1. I really hate traveling, especially alone, and 2. I think of England as home. I didn't realise that.

The reason that I am posting this little tidbit of truth is that I am going to use this blog to write to my kids at school about the trip. So you will see the gooshey everything-is-nice version, including pictures. But you all deserve the truth, too.

People so far have been difficult for me. I guess that I developed some sort of larger personal space rules, because everyone seems too close and too loud. Family has been wonderful, though. It is the random strangers that I am talking about. I didn't actually have a decent cup of tea until I got to Mom's house, and I needed it. My body hasn't adjusted to the time at all - I was exhausted and went to bed in El Paso by midnight. I was up at 3. Could not sleep. Because in my head that was 10 and I just couldn't bear to lie abed any longer. So I'm up. Now it is 5 am and I feel like my day is half over. Part of me wants to wake Tristan up and go and do stuff - but it is not exactly fair to make a kid change his schedule just because mine is out of whack.

So, enough truth. Onto the gloss!