We are down to the time where we can count down days. It is no longer a case of, 'Next term,' or 'Next month,', we now say, 17 days.
Then we have a panic attack.
Then, when we can breathe normally, we start to think about all of the things we are going to see. The familiar faces and unfamiliar places. And it is exciting.
Then a child complains of a sore throat, another starts throwing up, and you are far too entrenched in the everyday, commonplace strains of survival to think of China or Europe...you just need to get through today.
And so, this is the manner in which our big adventure, slowly but surely, sneaks up on us.
Hope you join us on it, in as much as we can share,
fiona
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