Home as a playground

It's the time of the year the jacarandas are blossoming. It's so beautiful. We don't get to enjoy the beauty as much as we would normally but we are still grateful to be in Queretaro and not in Montreal. 

We have a bigger place here, so the quarantine feels less like a prison. 

In Montreal we would feel very trapped as our apartment couldn't be less suited for a family of 3.

It's interesting how mixed the emotions are these days. I have to say that in general I became better at being grateful ever since I got pregnant and even more so since I gave birth. I'm grateful for being in such good health. I'm grateful that my baby is in such good health. I'm grateful my husband is in such good health. Something I wake up thinking every single morning. I'm grateful to have such a smily and beautiful baby boy and that he has a father and a mother to smile back at. I'm so grateful that I still have parents I can smile back at, even if it's mostly through a screen.

I try to focus on this and not think about the uncertainty we have ahead of us. The financial uncertainty, the uncertainty of when we will be able to fly home. The uncertainty of where home is. I have lately, more than ever kept on asking myself: "why did I ever leave Finland?". 
At the same time I tend to tell myself I wouldn't be part of this lovely trio we made if I had stayed. So that's why the question has turned to "when and how can we move back to Finland?"

I miss feeling safe, I miss breathing in fresh air, I miss being around people who mean what they say. I miss the tall trees, the cool wind, the walks in the woods ... and the food. Don't get me started on all the food I miss. I miss my family, I miss friendships I used to have. I miss biking for pure pleasure or as a mean of transportation. I miss running by the water. I miss the good quality of things. I miss the logic in people's thinking. I miss how people take strangers in consideration and that you can trust that they will. Oh and all that candy... boy do I miss all the great candy

The list is way longer... but I think you get my point.
What about the things I don't miss? I don't miss our flat lands, (I love mountains). I don't miss the none winters and summers we tend to have, I don't miss how expensive most things are. I don't miss the sarcasm that comes with our culture. I don't miss the role alcohol has in our culture. I don't miss being called a "hurri" because I'm a Swedish speaking Finn and I'm a bit scared how my husband will be treated because of his skin color. 
But back to reality. Here we are in our Queretaro home, not going anywhere for now. We are making our home our playground. Exercising and relaxing and trying not to worry too much about the future while enjoying sweet family time...