We will have been gone two weeks tomorrow — I’m reluctant to type that, the time is flying by so quickly — and Chrissy and I have just started to hear a few fleeting mentions of missing home. (Really, I think to myself with wonder? Really?)
But from the kids it’s pretty sweet. Here’s who’s missing what (crucial stuff, people.)
What do you miss from home?
All of my toys. I miss my three best toys the most — my Spiderman, and my Hero and Thomas trains.
I miss our new TV. And our Scooby-Doo movie, “Abracadabra-Doo.”
My oatmeal for breakfast!
School — I miss Ms. Oram and Ms. P. and Ms. Plasencia and Ms. Bittner.
And all of my friends.
What do you miss?
My Barbies, my princesses, my castle and everything
Everything, even my own bed.
And I miss my dollies
I miss our cereal.
And our entire house.
I miss Quinn, Carl, Isadora, Abby — all my friends.
You fessed up to missing some things about home…. So, what are they?
Officially, “no comment.”
After having spent two full weeks of uninterrupted time with our children — morning, noon, and night — Chrissy notes that she does miss some things about home, but has declined to answer this question on the grounds that it may incriminate her (and would like for me to emphasize that she’s having a wonderful time and would not like to be anywhere else in the world.)
I love Brooklyn but, really, miss nothing — well, maybe our house, just a little — and am busy plotting how we can spend more time here more often. A year abroad, a la Design Mom? Can we figure out a way to make it happen?
There’s only one way to find out.