Rio is home, yay!

Rio is home, complicated. She’s got some strong feelings about leaving the only home she’s ever known, as one might imagine she would. Also, she apparently fell through a time warp while traveling and came home with the body of a 4-year-old and the brain of a 20-year-old.

Yesterday she was crying on my lap after seeing me pack a box, and we had this conversation:
Rio: I am not excited about moving. I want to stay here.
Me: I hear that. I feel sad about leaving this house too. I love it, and I’ve had some great times here. But I also know there will be a lot of wonderful things at the new house. So I feel sad and excited and happy all at the same time.

I was fairly pleased with myself for that one, I have to say. But half an hour later:
Rio: Mama, I am not excited about moving. Everyone thought I was, but I am not. Not in my heart.
Me: I know. Do you remember what we talked about before?
Rio: You said you feel happy and sad at the same time, and that you are excited.
Me: That’s right.
Rio: Well, Mama, that is your life. But I have my own life that is different from your life. I am not excited about moving. That is my life.
Me: …