One month from today we will be sitting on an airplane, getting ready to head back to America.
The grand adventure will be over.
My emotions these days swing like a pendulum, one minute devastated to be leaving and the next ecstatic to be going home. Nothing I can do but let those emotions be what they are; there’s no changing them and both sides of the swing represent honest feelings.
The kids are still mostly excited, although last week Gabe quietly told me he’s now feeling 50/50 about leaving (and actually more sad than happy, he whispered). I know, bud. Right there with you.
The last week or two of school will be hard as they all realize that they really do have to say goodbye.
But man, what an adventure we’ve had. Thirteen countries visited, several of them multiple times, and one more trip to Greece before we leave to make the total fourteen. We’re bigger in thought and feeling and knowledge and experience and that will stay with us all forever.
We’ve made friends here that we’ll hold on to and who give us a reason to come back, and friends that are moving on to other places all over the world who will give us a reason to visit new places and see and learn and do even more.
I would change nothing about this adventure. How abundantly, ridiculously lucky we are to have had it. An embarrassment of riches.
The ending, too, is our chance to really see how it’s changed us: what have we learned that we can carry forward, what have we done that will make our future experiences more interesting, what can we do to hold on to the best parts of our life here as we create our new one there?
Thus, the adventure continues.