Smile and Wave

I smile and wave a lot.  I think it goes back to my time as Miss Polonaise where I smiled and waved for a whole year.  Even when people could care less that I was at their Harvest Fest, even when people referred to me as a "Pollack", even when I wanted to be out with my boyfriend, not holed up at the polka radio station on a beautiful summer day, I was smiling and I was waving.   Even when riding in the rumble seat of a classic car during the Erie St. Patrick Day parade and a slob of a man with an unruly beard and filthy mouth made lewd remarks to me, I continued to smile and wave... and pray the llamas in front of us would pick up the pace so we could move forward.  And I smile and wave when it comes to moving to Hong Kong.

Now don't get me wrong, I am excited about our overseas adventure, but I'm also terrified, petrified, unsure. And right now everything seems to be up in the air, a toss of the coin.  Will Reagan get into Hong Kong International School?  Will Tripp be ok in a preschool program?  Will our house sell?  Should we just hang onto it?  How will Inca handle a 16+ hour plane flight? For that matter, how will the kids handle a 16+ hour plane flight? Will apartment living make me claustrophobic? What about the smog?  How will I fill my time?  Will I make friends?  Will my friends here forget about me?  Do they sell Yoplait frozen smoothies there?  So many questions, big and small, important and stupid, are just running through my head constantly.  Yet, I'm trying to keep on smiling and keep on waving.

If you know me well, you know that I am indeed a control freak.  I like structure and organization.  I thrive on routine and order.  This anticipated move has none of those elements.  Eugene said it's probably a good thing for me to step out of my comfort zone and he's right, but it still sucks.  But look at me....smiling and waving!

So, here I sit in a kind of limbo, an exercise in patience.  But I have a lot of faith.  Faith in God that he is leading us down the right path, in my husband that he will make only the best decisions for our family, in our friends and family that they will continue to cheer us on, and faith in me, that I can grow and change and challenge myself, even outside my comfort zone.  And I have faith in the llamas too, that they'll pick up the pace so we can continue to move forward. And move forward we will, smiling and waving all the way.