The plastic surgery appointment gave me yet another surprise. In short, he would like to do the surgery in June, not March. I could have it earlier, but he feels that 3 more months for the transplanted blood vessels to grow stronger is a good idea. Hey, I’m all for good ideas when it comes to surgery. So I’m happy to wait.
However that also means that, suddenly, Del and I technically have nothing holding us here except…well…being ready to go. I literally spent the next hour in shock. I was feeling kind of funny after that news and Del could tell but I wasn’t ablet to articulate it. We stopped off to get some lunch and I ordered a beautiful sandwich on a baguette (Wannhh, I’m going to miss all those little things!) and we sat upstairs by the window in the rare February sun. I took huge bites and fat tears began to slip from my eyes. Not for long. Maybe 30 seconds, and then I was done (for the moment). I don’t want Del to feel like he’s making me do anything I don’t want to. I’m choosing to go. But it doesn’t mean it’s going to be easy for me. I wanted to move to Europe for so long and even though there are good opportunities waiting for us in the US (and my family, and buying a home, etc) it’s really hard to give up something you worked really hard for. Even if it’s time. I’m going to miss being a foreigner. I’m going to miss…oh heck. Just lots of things. But it’ll be fine.
Anyhow, so how the schedule’s going to work now I’m not sure. I am not ready to go before April. I’m just not. Del will go before me and get started organizing things, though we haven’t decided when. Again, I’ll let you know.
On another (more fun) note, you guys haven’t seen the hair in a while. Mostly it’s an awkward mop right now, and I’m going to take the opportunity to prove it once and for all. No one believes me how wild it is. The curls have gone mad and there’s no length to weight them down yet. Everyone just says to me, “but curly hair is beautiful”. Ok, it is beautiful, but it’s a huge headache on my length hair! Perhaps now you’ll believe me. Below: a montage to show you my hair in all its crazy glory!
And….the same idea in an upwards view….
And now…[drumroll]…what it looks like naturally, when I wake up in the morning!
Have you ever seen a more rebellious head of hair? Aack! Now. Yes, I’m grateful to have hair at all. But seriously. You try and tell me – with a straight face – that my “hair life” is not Curls Gone Wild!