One of our houses after a tropical storm or hurricane hit.
I never realized or appreciated how good I had it growing up until now that I live in a country where most people have no land. We lived on an estate with lots of land, animals, and two private lakes that we could boat, swim or fish anytime we wanted. My Father owned one house (our main house) and the other one was owned by a client / friend on the other side of the largest lake. I disliked "country life" and wanted to live in the city with most of my friends. I remember it taking me very long to get to school. I have a fantastic life in Kuwait but nothing can compare with the lifestyle and love I had back home with my American family.
For the past few years Mom has surprised me at Christmas with old and recent family photos on a disc. She doesn't want me to forget where I came from while living in Kuwait. Now that I reside in a desert climate full time I realize how lucky I was to grow up in the beautiful, green, and intoxicating South.
Here are a few family photographs of my siblings and I with my wonderful (but strict) parents. Please excuse the poor job I did hiding our faces to stay anonymous. ;p
Dad taking a sun shower during a family two week cruise to our vacation house in Destin, FL.
My Dad and Brother cruising the Gulf of Mexico with me on the top of our sailboat.
Our Nanny, Beth, who traveled with us almost every weekend. Mom and Dad basically adopted her.
Fourwheelin' on our property.
Dad's catch of the day (Bass fish) from our lakes. We ate them Southern style of course.
The largest lake where we would swim with our dogs.
This bridge led to the other family house that shared the two private lakes with us. They were an older, married couple from a famous political family with very old Southern money.
Our Lab was a champion swimmer and if we played like we were drowning she would rescue us. She would swim to us and give us her tail to hold on to while swimming back to shore.
Dad getting puppy kisses
They loved each other and were always puppy playing.
My brother doing yard work as his punishment for doing something bad.
The amazing view from our house deck. (7 years)
Mom and Dad riding our horses Western Style. All my private lessons were English style.
My Uncle that passed away. :'(
Our fabulous house which Mom redecorated from this with French Country: Blue, Yellow and White.
Game room <3
Dad on our boat that I miss the most and wish I had one in Kuwait.
Mom and Dad on vacation together. They are still happily married and so in love. <3
Mom went crazy for this 1920's country house for sale in a small town they love to visit. Dad recently bought it for her as a surprise.
My parents also have a house in Florida and this is the front yard.
We're all together sitting in the font yard, drinking coffee (LSU mug Geaux Tigers!) and watching the dolphins swim by. Sadly both of my dogs passed away last year.
Every weekend at the Florida house we do a cocktail cruise on the pontoon boat and watch the sun go down.
The view from our Florida dock <3
No matter how much you love someone it's never easy to live in a foreign country with them. You're giving up not only your family but the very place you call home.