Back to reality...

It's amazing how quickly time has gone by.  The last time I wrote, I was thinking about whether or not I "fit in" in different places.  At the time, I was living in Cambridge, MA.  After that, I spent three weeks in Brasil, with some family and friends.  The vacation was nice, and very much needed.  The family helped out with the baby, giving me time to relax, get some rest, and spend some "me" time.  I finally got around to reading, which I love to do but never seem to get around to.  The weather was lovely, the food was great, and the fact that I had no "problems" on my mind gave me a sense of relief.  

Now, I'm back in Florida, and glad to be.  I've met up with family and a few friends in the past two days, and can't explain how happy I am to be able to do so.  Good news and bad news has been shared and now I'm getting settled back into reality.  The search for a new home, a new job, and a daycare.  Daily problems are starting to arise.  And so the new phase of my life begins, and I'm hoping this will turn out to be positive/good.   

I have to say though, I miss our friends back in Boston.  I'm missing the family and friends in Brasil.  Along with that, the peace, relaxation, and time for "me".  Is it always like this?  When we feel like "we get what we want" we miss what we had and wonder what will be!?  Or do I question life too much?