Sorry folks. I know it has been pretty quiet and pixel-less on Itinerant and Indigent recently. To be honest, we are now, neither; not itinerant, not indigent. We are trying to have some stability in our lives, a feature that has been lacking the last 12 years. We need it, and Afghanistan sure wasn’t, and won’t be offering it. So we are no longer itinerant. We are also not indigent, (and really, we haven’t been for ages. As well as simply being white, western and educated, we are unhappily, the part-recipients of my parents inheritance.
And alongside all that, we are just trying to cope with being back here, with getting our kids settled in school, with grieving, with dealing with lawyers, accountants, banks, builders, brokers, cooks and car salesmen, with each other.
We miss Afghanistan. Few seem to understand that; most think being back here should be a relief. Well, no. It was our home and our life, and despite the travails, we mainly loved it. Or, we lived it. Or both. For whatever it was. I have learned that you don’t need to enjoy something to love it, for it to become deeply part of your self.
I also miss my parents, greatly. There is a huge gap at the end of my life, and I haven’t got to grips with that yet.
I suppose that given we are back here, this blog will soon cease to have much to say: I have never really felt fit to blog about life here in Australia. I’ll try to work out it’s demise or possible new identity [Affluent and Arrogant? Ignorant and Indolent?] in the next few weeks.
Thanks for being part of the journey and struggle.