I know it’s been a long time…..I truly did want to write about Doodle’s homecoming, her adjustment to life back in the states, her first year of college, and so on. But I didn’t. It’s not too late though, I remember so much of it, so clearly. I tried to burn each minute into my memory knowing that the time I would get to spend with her would be so brief. The 6 weeks she was home between stepping foot back in Louisiana to stepping foot on the college campus flew by, but it was a wonderful 6 weeks. It’s true what they say about exchange changing you. She had changed, but not in the drastic ways I had imagined and feared. It was mostly in the way she viewed the world. She marveled at the “huge” size of the typical 1/4 acre lots in our development, wondered how the rest of the world could live without macaroni and cheese from the blue box, and was much more at ease being a citizen of the world. But the best part of all were those countless nights the two of us would cuddle up on the couch watching Netflix or just talking until late into the night. For that reason alone, those were some of the best 6 weeks of my life. The two of us also took a girls’ trip to San Antonio while the boys were at the National Boy Scout Jamboree. Our hotel was right across the street from the Alamo so we literally went and saw it everyday and of course now we feel compelled to occasionally tell each other to remember the Alamo. We walked a lot, ate a lot, and shopped a lot besides seeing all the sites we could fit in. It was nice to have her undivided attention for those few days. What probably surprised me most when she came home is the quantity of time she spent at home, hanging out with her family. She was always one to want to be with her friends and on the go so it was odd to see her willingly spending time with us. I didn’t complain one bit, but a few times I asked her what her friends were doing because I didn’t want her to feel like she had to stay with us. She would usually reply with, “I don’t know,” and that was that.
We did have college to deal with too. Once again she had to pack her things to move to the unknown, after all, she had never stepped foot on the Tulane campus before. We made many shopping trips to make sure we had all of the necessities, but there was little packing getting done on her part. I imagine she a) didn’t feel like packing again so soon, b) wasn’t really ready to move on to the next stage of her life while trying to work through the reverse culture shock, and c) figured if she put it off long enough, I would do it. Eventually it did get done and she moved into her dorm along with all of the other freshmen. She and her roommate got along well and she had a pretty successful fall semester. Then sorority rush came in January and it didn’t work out so well for her so she dropped out before preference night. But, she’s found her place on campus and despite several texts about wanting to transfer somewhere else due to severe wanderlust and just plane wanting to drop out because she was “failing” a class (no, a B on a test is not failing….), I think things are going well for her.
Oh, and all that cuddling with me on the couch and spending time with the family unfortunately didn’t resume when she came home for Christmas last year – she was back to her normal, running around with her friends self. But perhaps she did spend a little more time with us than pre-exchange.