Leaving Home for Home, Home.

This morning I woke up feeling very strange. I had a few tears last night over some neighbourly goodbyes, but really thought that I would wake up this morning with pure excitement for our flight later today. Notta. I woke up feeling a little sad. Bizarre, right?

So here's what I think it is - the curse of international teaching. You see, when we're in Kuwait, the people we work with are the people we live with are the people we play with. These people become our "second family" - very quickly! - and it makes our fairwell's with them as bittersweet as the goodbye's we say to our "first family" at the end of August. It's hard to say so long to people who have laughed, cried, and SURVIVED a year abroad with us. Just like it's hard to say so long to the people who have laughed, cried, and SURVIVED our years in Canada with us.

Ah - perhaps we feel a little overwhelmed with all of the packing we have to do, cleaning we have to do, and "boarding up in case of sandstorms" we have to do. Let's hope our productive last day in Kuwait brings back PURE HAPPINESS, one "item-in-the-suitcase" at a time!!!

See you soon, FAMILY AND FRIENDS!!!! (Ahhhh - there it is.....SOME HAPPY! That must be the trick: to think of all of YOU!)

LOVE YOU LOTS!!!!!!

Linds and Phil
XOXOXOXOXOXOOXOXOXO