Two worlds.
Our 9 hour drive ended pulling into our compound with shouts of home and excitement! We open the door, and Friday pauses, he never pauses.. ants. Dead. Covering our living room. We had just had a really beautiful relatively calm drive home. It was 4 pm and our routine was unload, make dinner, and unpack. Not today. Tiny little ants were dead all over the living room floor, kitchen floor and counters, and our bedroom and bathroom. I was wearing pants. I never wear pants in our town and it was hot. Even the simple task of Changing clothes into a simple rectangle box dress seemed impossible, because of that overwhelm of where to start sweeping ants. Dead ants everywhere. Like in my potholders and under the sink. It’s been a week and I’m still picking them out of lentils. We transition between two worlds too often. One of them, I can wear pants and my hair down; the other, deras (that lightweight box dress) and a tight bun. One I can easily find an iced latte or order take out. ...