Thanks for the Gumbo, Bopa

This evening marks the end of our first week back in the US, and it has been a bit of a blur. 

I won't lie, we're not even unpacked yet. 

But my sister is all moved into her new house just off campus in Arkansas, and my parents and I are on the road back to Texas. 68 miles to Texarkana, y'all. 

There is, of course, a 20oz cup of Dr. Pepper in the cup holder next to me. 

From my vantage point in the back seat any and all photos I might take of the open road will be marred by headrests and bug splotches on the windshield. 

While we may not have settled back in to our old life completely some things have been accomplished since our departure from China. 

I endured a trip to the DMV to update my driver's license. Super Husband has made huge strides in correcting his erroneous un-enrollment from uni. We've eaten lots of food. Including the best bowl of gumbo I've ever eaten. Mmm, gumbo. 

And frito pies, and Tex-Mex, and Greek food, and Turkish food, and Thai food, and ceviche... And ice cream. Oh, the bluebell, ooh, the Ben & Jerry's. 

Now it's time to start an exercise regime... Darn it. 

We still haven't seen everyone, or done everything (or eaten everything) that we were missing while away, but we're making progress. And we had time to make some plans while we were abroad, too. Changes to the house, a coat of paint here, a slight rearranging of furniture there. We've got our work cut out for us. 

Speaking of work, that is one area in which we have made no headway. Now that we've had a whole week to... Relax? Is that what we were doing? Surely not. Anyway, now that week one is out of the way it might be time to buckle down and start the rather unfulfilling process of sending out hundreds of resumes and emails. Woohoo. 

But not until I get off I-30.