We are now in our eighth month of living with what we carried in our suitcases, sent as unaccompanied baggage (mostly clothes), and purchased in Washington during our stay there.

And with the Welcome Kit provided to us upon arrival here in Sao Paulo, Tom and I can certainly survive. We have a fantastic condo, nice new beds, fairly comfortable furniture,  and enough kitchenware to put food on the table without too much effort.

But it isn’t yet home. I’ve added two birds to our entryway, but that’s it as far as anything personal in the condo.

We are eagerly awaiting our possessions from San Diego to arrive (probably not for two or three months still, seeing as they are still in storage in Virginia). Until those things arrive, I still imagine that we have our home in San Diego, exactly as I always picture it. My mind knows it’s not so, but my heart refuses to reboot.

Once we have some of our furniture,  especially our photos and pictures, and our carefully chosen knick-knacks, I can begin to make this place feel like home. At the moment, I have wallet-size photos of Aubrey and Scott on an end table, but that doesn’t begin to compare with our family photo wall in San Diego. I won’t reproduce the wall here, of course (esp. since we gave away most of the frames in an effort to purge before we moved…still a sore subject), but it will be nice to be able to glance up and see photos of our loved ones.

I need to buy more plants, to replace all of those that found homes with Aubrey and with San Diego neighbors. Plants do so much to soften the edges of a room.

And I need my books, some of them, anyway. I love to look around and see bookcases filled with books to be read, or beloved books that I look forward to reading again. Right now, our lone bookcase has books about Brazil, Portuguese language books, and paperwork.

We’ve ordered furniture for the terrace, which will go with a certain chair and ottoman that we’re expecting in our home goods. When the furniture arrives in two weeks, it’ll make the terrace an inviting spot, one where we’re likely to spend hours.

Until the home goods arrive, though, it’s as though we’re living in a luxurious hotel. No complaints, but it’s not yet home.