Well, we are here. We arrived on Thursday morning with a very sleepy little boy. The trip was actually, if I can be honest, very hard. I really thought it would go much smoother...but, boy was I wrong. First, we got to the airport 2 hours early and I have to admit I was pretty proud of us. But then when we were checking in...we realized that we didn't have Markus' green card. Ok...so basically we were pretty much screwed. But the lady worked with us and found us a later flight to Detroit. Markus drove back to the house and got back just in time. The flight from Dallas to Detroit was not that bad. Isaiah slept and played. It was a nice break from the stress earlier in the daz from the green card fiasco. So, I thought we were on our way to a good flight to Amsterdam. Well, the flight went ok but the problem was Isaiah didn't sleep. All he wanted to do was crawl on the floor and play. He is so cute, but we were exhausted and everyone on the plane was asleep. It was a very hard flight for us. We got to Amsterdam and I realized I had left my phone on the plane in Detroit. Not good. But by this time I was so tired and more worried about our sleepy little boy who at this point was so tired that I could tell he was just miserable. We get up to the gate to get on our final flight to Vienna and there was something wrong with our ticket. So, we almost missed the flight. But we made it. We finally arrived and it was wonderful. Markus' family and friends were there to greet us and it was just a sweet moment. It was so wonderful to be on Austrian soil again...even if we were spent from the trip.
The last 2 nights were hard for Isaiah. He has major jet lag so he wakes up around midnight wide awake and just miserable. His body is just so confused bc of the time change. As I sit here and write I am nervously praying that he will sleep through the night tonight. We all soooo desperately need some good sleep. Pray with us please that our little boy can relax and just sleep tonight.
Being in Vienna is very surreal. It is wonderful on so many levels. I miss the smells of the kabob stands, the sounds of the strassenbahns, the yummy schnitel, the beautiful buildings that hold so many stories...just an amazing and magical place this is. I have been doing my running in the mornings and I just look around with amazement that I used to live here. I resided here? I was that lucky to call this place home? All I do is recollect old memories and with that comes sadness that those situations and people are gone, but then I get excited because now I am making new memories of this place. Being able to share this place with my son is like nothing else. Being here with Markus is pretty cool as well. This is his home too...by birth that is. How cool. I love sitting around with the family all speaking German and seeing Isaiah understand every word. I then think back to the day I arrived here (in 1997...has it really been that long?) and would have never thought I would be in this place. Married to an Austrian and my son being Austrian. Sometimes when I think about all of it, I get overwhelmed at how our God works. How He is in our every move. Crazy stuff if you really sit down and think about it.
I think about the person I was when I got here and then the person I was when I left. Two different people...in a good way, though. My years in Europe really molded me and gave me passion for things I never realized I had. It opened my eyes to so much. It was the best thing that ever happened to me. As hard as it was to move back home after 6 wonderful years here...I wouldn't change a thing. I would do it all over again.