After a long week of ferrying boxes over, were sleeping in our new home tonight. We’re back with my in-laws, stepping into a season of in-between as we begin to make our way back to Azerbaijan. There are still some bridges to be crossed – notably, seeking the good pleasure of the government there to grant us residency and work permits. But all in due time. Tonight we fall asleep in a messy room still full of boxes, finding a still place as the storms keep raging in the world.
If ever there was a time to be thankful for our anchors, roots, and families, I think the last year and a half is certainly the one. My overwhelming sensation this week has once again been one of gratitude. Sitting here by the lamplight with a warm cup, I feel it seeping through me, saturating even the uncertainty and unknown.
