That's the sound of sticking out your tongue, closing you lips around it and blowing. Yup. That sums it up.
Busy, busy, busy. There's never enough time in the day to do all that I want to do. So...I sit here and write at my computer. Writing helps me clear my head. Calms me down.
Part of being an ex-pat is dealing with the constant travel. The husband's most recent trip was to Cairo. We'll be flying through Amsterdam over the Winter Break. Lots and lots of travel. I have to travel to see family, I have to travel to stock up and bits of stuff I can't get here, I have to travel to feel like it really is 'winter break'.
As a kid, I lived in terms of school years. The end of Spring term was the 'end of the year'. As an adult, I started to think in terms of when taxes were due, when this bill or that bill was due. Now, as an ex-pat, I think and live in terms of plane tickets. When are we going home? Have we bought the plane tickets yet? How long can we stay at home? Can we work something fun into all that flying like a day trip somewhere? Do we still have blank pages in the passports for visa stamps? Do we have enough of the correct kind of currency? Do we have the warm clothes that we'll need? And on and on and on....... Makes my head spin.
In the middle of all of THAT, there's the usual school end of Fall term stuff to deal with. There's holiday parties.
Time to go back to work.
Peace.
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