Friday, May 30, 2014
Sunday, May 25, 2014
There was a moment at the movie theater that seems frozen in time for me. Elise and Madi sat in the seats in front of Owen and I. They adjusted their seats to the full lay-out position, until the backs of the seats touched the floor. They got giggling so hard. Madi looked back at us, laughing. And for a moment I forgot about her missed 8th grade celebration and the rash. We were together. We felt happy.
And in that moment I realized, family and laughter can heal even the worst things life can throw at us.
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
When I was in Uganda, someone told me to look at our move as a "continuation of the journey." I'm trying to look at it that way. Really, I am.
But today I handed in my Indonesia tax id card today and signed "exit" paperwork at school. The physicality of these actions magnified the finality of this whole experience.
And of course, in the midst of all the planning, shuffling, and goodbying, little wonderful and not-so-wonderful things are slipping by...
....dinner at Kenara's Indian Restaurant with Shana and Dawn. We exchanged Jakarta horror stories about dentistry. We ate spicy food. We turned down the offer by the cute Aussie to "Come join us at the bar ladies!" And we dreamed about our futures while enjoying Gelato at Tuscano's.
....eating my delicious salad from the "organic guy" and biting a rock! Two cracked teeth later, I'm wishing my return to the states was a bit sooner than two months away. Can I go two months without fixing my two cracked teeth?
....Madi winning the Middle School Writing Contest for the entire Foreign Service Youth Foundation (as in the entire world!) and planning her early return to the US so she can attend the award ceremony in Washington DC.
....saying goodbye to my seniors. Celebrating the completion of the AP exam with my awesome students as we dined on cinnamon rolls.
....mourning the bewildering anti-JIS climate, facing daily protests outside our school gates, and driving by to see men throw raw eggs at our school.
....teaching Melody and Beata (my teacher-friends) how to make cinnamon rolls and pies. We crowd in the kitchen mixing, rolling, and taste-testing while my kitchen ceiling drips water from the huge storm outside.
....purchasing the first plane ticket for the first departure. The first real ending and the first tangible beginning. Oh my heart.
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Sunday, May 4, 2014
I completely understand the thrill of performing. But as I've experienced with doing shows, it is the friends you make and the laughter you share back stage and during rehearsals that last longer than the applause at the performance. I'm so glad Amelia got to share this fun experience with good friends.