We are being held captive by a garden gnome who only weighs about 8 lbs. He needs to eat, we feed him; he needs to have his diaper changed, we change him; he needs to sleep, we tip toe around him. He dictates our every move and we obey as we must.
Every day there has been progress but each day comes with its highs and lows, and honestly we are exhausted from the details of trying to make everything move towards a greenlight go for us to head back to New Orleans.
I walked to the hospital today because I sorely needed exercise and along the way I ran into this character on the mall boulevard as we have come to refer to it because it has every fast food chain you can imagine and then some.
I feel like I landed in the middle of somewhere land only I’m unsure of where that really is in terms of places. Everyone I meet seems like they would exit stage left if they could move their life with them. For us, we are waiting for once again those who must be paid to make this all work so we can go back home and get back to the business of living our lives where we want to live them.
For now we wait until the next feeding, the next diaper, the next phone call, the next fax, the next signal that we are getting closer to our dream – but actually as we wait, our garden gnome watches over us.