We got to see Geoff's sister's (Amber) family on our most recent trip. Their blonde haired babies are growing up so fast and were so much fun to be with. We are going to miss them all so much when they move to Africa as medical missionaries. I have a strong feeling Liberia will be added to our travel itinerary in the next year or so...
Then Wednesday happened.
Yesterday was one of those days that is best to have as a YESTERDAY.
Wednesday was a culture shock nightmare from the beginning. We went to a mega grocery store; something that should be avoided as long as possible upon re-entry. The kind of places that hosted our grocery shopping over the last year of travel would easily fit between just one of the massive aisles.
We were fine at first. Food heaven. We were so happy to have "easy" access to food and familiar tastes that we soaked up the adrenaline rush/sensory overload in high style. Even ran into a dear friend from highschool I haven't seen in years - highlight of the day. Well, mine anyway. The sample of BBQ sausage or the smoked cheese was likely Geoff's.
Then we crashed.
It was around our fourth lap across the massive complex (in search of basic, simple foods among the packaged, processed abundance) that we were overwhelmed. We stayed too long.
Slightly frazzled, we survived the grocery experience and were on to the day's primary task. In the midst of catching up with family we have been searching fervently for a used car in our price range. We've discovered something. In our price range most cars are advertised with words like "parts only." This is a problem for us.
We considered buying a moped but Reyah didn't prefer to run alongside. We discussed ancient transport methods but the horse and buggy lanes seem to be disappearing. Long story short, we found a car. It's so ugly it's cute. Its first trip will be to the shop. Oh. Dear.
But even that wasn't when the day totally fell apart. Let me try to keep this short...
- It was Wednesday afternoon and we were in Belton with a rapidly approaching deadline time to pick up Geoff's youngest sister from camp near Brownwood Lake en route to Abilene.
- I didn't realize how much security the seemingly small sum of cash we handed over for the funny looking old car represented to me until we traded it for said funny looking old car.
- I was following Geoff as we searched for an inspection place to register the out-of-state Funny Looking Old Car (henceforth known as: FLOC).
- I lost Geoff
- We share one phone
- I was exasperated
- I knocked on a stranger's door to borrow a phone
- I found Geoff, only to lose him again which led to a minor panic-attack caused mostly by buyer's remorse concerning the FLOC I was supposed to be following.
- I crashed. Literally. Full fender-bender style.
- Culture shock whipped me.
- My ability to function went kaput. Thankfully, Geoff found me around that point in a panic of his own and took over while I sat in the car wondering what kind of gown I'd have to wear in the asylum.
- In Israel, that fender-bender wouldn't have happened. They would totally have expected me to change lanes like that. Here, not so much. This is a credit to Texas driving.
- I happened to be driving my parent's suburban when I crashed. It now has custom pinstriping. They are so proud of me.
- We were delayed. G's sister had to find a ride home from camp. This made me feel lower than low.
- Suffices to say, FLOC did not get registered. Our rush to buy it did not pay off as we still had to borrow the Suburban to drive to Abilene last night.
- I may never drive my parent's car(s) again. They should be happy about this.
- Wednesday was a very, very long day.
Today Geoff allowed me to hideout most of the day trusting me only with monotonous tasks like bill paying, laundry, etc. done from the safety of the house. Baby steps. Tomorrow we get to work on a house doing basic repair, painting, etc. There are no words to tell you how excited we are to engage this form of productive therapy. Bring on the 100+ degree weather and outdoor work!!!