Truth Is...

We've been back in the states for a week now. We have been so ridiculously busy trying to set up our house, buy a car, buying a washer and dryer, registering the kids in school, getting cell phones, internet and cable. Oh, and I've already taken two belly dance classes. Where we're learning sword.  I kid you not. So, there has been far more going on than I could ever cover in one blog post. But, I'm gonna try.


Photo credit Mark Green

First of all, I know you're dying to know the fate of the South Africa lingerie pants. Well, the day before we left we pantsed the Greens. They were waving high in the breeze of their palm tree in front of their house. This made us both very proud and cocky that they were left with the pants. But, the truth is...they found the pants the day we left Morocco, got them down and planted them in our luggage which we didn't realize until we got to America. (I say we win on style points though.)

 

 I have been back and forth to the store for all kinds of things this last week. So much so that I'm actually sick of it.  Somehow in all that to-ing and fro-ing,  I have managed not to buy  these really affordable stripper shoes. The truth is, if I had a valid excuse, I so would.  Like maybe I'll need them for that sword routine. 

 

But for now, I'm completely enamored by the cleaning aisle. Where the truth is, I can be seen huffing natural cleaners. You know for that natural high that you get from that. When everything is really clean.



I was so high on cleaner that I thought I was in Morocco when I saw this super funky Moroccan looking camel tea pot in Whole Foods. The truth is, it's a bit boring to not have to bargain with some guy in the souk for it and not to wonder if that pungent smell is souk guy's b.o. or if the tea pot is filled with camel piss.



The second day in Colorado I colored my hair a lovely shade of red in the hotel bathroom before 6am while the rest of my family slept.  It looked great when I finished.  The truth is it didn't.  Hours later,  Craig told me I missed a whole huge section on the back of my head obvious to everyone behind me. This photo does not do justice to the severity of  this botched dye job.  And that white hotel towel I used? It looks like we murdered a squirrel and cleaned the crime scene with it.



Then there's food.  Oh my god, food!  We are completely overwhelmed at the choices of food here and how many new products in our two year absence.  I have cried down the aisles of Costco more than once crippled by the possibilities before I just started throwing things in my ginormous cart that smoothly rolls the pristine aisles.  I had already bought lots of greens when I realized it was the day to pick up the summers first delivery of organic veggies from our  csa.  Not only that, we've gorged on Mexican food. And the truth is? We reek!  Mexican + excessive organic veggies = excessive intestinal distress and flatulence.Some things never change.



Now that we're out of the hotel and living in our house (which doesn't have a 9 foot gate around it), we've gotten a lot of visitors. Furry four-legged visitors. The deer visited even more frequently because the girls were leaving food for them.  We do have all those veggies after all.  The truth is, we have since forbade  this, as we don't want the other furry creatures who also live in these parts at our back door. Like sasquatches. Cause I already have enough mouths to feed.



We already had our first happy hour at our local watering hole with friends. It's one of our favorite things about summer here in Colorado.  And after an extensive search for the perfect sunscreen.  The truth is, I think the burkini is the best protection from the brutal Colorado sun.  Except it's a bitch to get this off when you need to pee.



And this is how my toe tribute to my friends in Morocco is going. It's a mess. And the truth is, I'm a mess. I miss the exotic, gritty, chaotic simplicity that is Morocco. And I don't feel like I quite fit the stressful yet mundane, hygienic, orderly land I have moved to. I love my friends here. And Colorado. But, I  miss Morocco more than I thought.  And I feel more than a little lost because I didn't quite come back the same person as the one that left..