wings at the ready

It's 3 a.m. and we're holed up at the Ramada Inn near the Portland Internatioanl Airport. Sleep, again, was intermittent and not very friendly. I'm dealing with a cold (now that I finally stopped moving frenetically) which doesn't make the prospect of air flight very enticing. But A. woke up with a big ol' smile: "Today we go to VietNam." Yes, finally. After all these months of planning, all these days of craziness leading up to clearing out our house... the time has finally come.

Goodbyes are always painful and I've said so many in the past week that I don't want to do it again for a very long time (though I know I'll be saying goodbye, again, to K. in a week). I did get to say hello to my new neice, Samantha, who was born on Saturday. Good timing, sis.

Well, I'm off to take a shower, then get all our stuff piled together and head for the shuttle. I'll see you from the other side of the globe.