We did it. We survived. Nine hour flights with a one year old. Eight hours of jet lag. Two cities, two families, way too much luggage. Having a baby that’s just learning to explore in the dirtiest environments possible. Going to museums but mostly just seeing the baby play areas. It was a blast. I’m super glad we went. But two weeks later, and I think I finally might be recovered. Maybe. People said it would be harder traveling east and BOY were they not underestimating. The flight to the US was harder. It was a day flight, and with so many new people, Soren was in party mode. He stayed up for 7.5 hours straight, which is a new record for this little guy (and not in a good way). But he was so tired when we arrived that he slept most of that first night, which really helped. The flight home was a night flight, and Soren dutifully slept for most of it. We were thrilled, and actually got to nap and catch some movies. But we had a full week of 3AM wake-ups with ...
Expat adventures and commentary of an American in Finland