We’ve also eaten our last meng mian, our last hot pot, our last meal at “Happy Man”. I’ve just hung up my last load of laundry and the kids and I took our last showers, mashed between the radiator, washing machine, and sink (not all of us at once, of course, but just as crowded). True to form, I’m baking cookies this morning because I am sure that we will starve in the airports if we don’t have something on hand. And it’s a convenient way of using up the last of the vanilla, butter, raisins, dried cranberries, and brown sugar. The school kids next door are visiting the school with their parents, presumably taking part in some kind of registration or orientation for the start of the next semester on Monday. It was good to see that traffic jam one last time. And yesterday Dave mentioned that he was sorry that he wouldn’t have a chance to smell
I have really appreciated having the chance to write regularly about our experiences. It has been a terrific way to make sense of it all; at other times it has been good to give vent to fears, frustrations, and just plain old confusion. Your comments have helped me to feel connected to home at times when I have simply wanted to crawl right through the cords and back to my house. I am also glad to have this record to look back on and realize just how much fun we have had, how much we have all learned and evolved and hopefully grown. It is a good thing to shake life up when you are 40. I think Dave and I will plan something equally adventurous for 50, for despite the homesickness and the clinging to the safe and known that haunted us at first, we now feel at home here, too. So thank you for your support, your love, and for just plain being there.