It's His Home

What amazes me most these days is the ability my son has to adapt to a complete change in his lifestyle. We are on another continent, speaking another language, with people who dress in other ways and despite all these differences, he is happy.

Each time we come up to our house gate, Gusi always shouts out casa since he knows he is home. I think PapaGus and I are still at that point of feeling we are at our house, but not necessarily our home. It just doesn't feel like a home yet, to me at least, but it does to Gusi. He happily runs all over the house, opens the kitchen cabinet doors, runs to his play room to fish out some toys, and sleeps in his room (most every night) all without much fuss. He has his picky moments, but for the most part they are isolated. He is enjoying himself here and it is apparent. I need to start seeing this adventure through my child's eyes; hopefully that will shine a more positive light on the fact that we still don't have our stuff.