ARE WE THERE YET?

I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck. Today I’m sitting in a fancy-smancy lounge at the airport, waiting for our flight to be called. Now is as good a time as any to be reflecting over the blur of my life during the last 24 hours. Last night we had our final big send ARE off. All my brothers and sisters were there, family, close friends. I guess I’m all cried out. This may sound morbid…but farewells are so hard. To me this seemed like what my funeral would be like. All of us hugging and crying. Death is a separation of body and soul. So separating me from my family is kinda like dying a little. Don’t get me wrong…it takes my oldest brother, Howard, to interject the fact that …”we may never see each other again, many of us are old, sickly…etc.” Hey, the world could end tomorrow…might as well try and enjoy today. I still hear John’s voice saying, “Don’t be mad at me for taking Marsha away…”
Look at it this way, now you all have some place exciting to come to. IIINNNNDDDDDIIIIIIAAAAAA.

I’ve spent 19 years at the courthouse, and as thrilled as I am about not having to “work” anymore, I’m gonna miss all of these people, my work family. Kelly Jo and the girls…Whhhhaaa…..why is Johnnie taking me half way around the world….wwwhhhhyyyyyyyy. Okay, Joyce, as soon as you email me the pictures from work, I’m gonna post them. Tell Christina to email me Julie’s birthday picture with the sombrero and whip cream and I’ll post that too. Ha.

One more hour and we can board the plane. Lilly is mad at being locked in the crate. John is being obnoxious to the kids. We are just one big happy family waiting to bust a move into Chennai. Look out world…Believe it or not, Bri has not started her “are we there yet” kick. Here’s to our first day away from home. I never realized how bonded I was to that little bit of land or all of these people.