These next three months (July, August, September) find me saying good-bye to several very dear friends. I know beyond a shadow that I will most certainly see them all again, but I'm concerned with their physical location in that it thwarts my ability to call them up for a coffee dates. That's going to be a drag.
Such is the life of an expat, but as my friend remarked, "It comes in waves." This is just one of the swells, but I haven't decided if it's an upsurge or downturn. I suppose it depends on your perspective. The same wave that terrifies the novice swimmer produces sheer delight in the experienced surfer (thank you Oswald, for that one).
Either way, it's a season of change and I'm determined to face it deliberately, with my eyes open and senses ready to feel, whatever that may entail.
(Only I might just put on sunglasses first ;)
At the K2 Airbase (top secret!) for a church picnic.
I'm the one in the middle wearing sunglasses.