s. asia
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home!
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who we miss.
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on his way.
David left last night for 12 days in South Asia. We miss him so much already. It’s hard for me to imagine him walking into our apartment, bursting with all of its memories and with its emptiness, by himself, bleary-eyed and jet-lagged. But I’m very thankful for the countless hours of work he’s put into closing up our life there. He’ll spend the next two weeks getting our 20-foot container ready to ship (we’re still holding our breath for all the details to come together for this shipment), selling the rest of our things, and saying our good-byes. I miss you, babe!
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the state of my heart on august 27.
We’re still nomads. The other week I asked my nephew, Owen, if he wanted to come play at our house and he asked, “So … which house are you staying in now?” He also told his mom in the car, “I’m so happy David and Julie aren’t going back to South Asia and get to stay here with us.” I’m so happy too, Owen. I don’t want to leave you again, ever. And our kids are amazing, truly amazing. They are faring one hundred times better than I am. They are being sweet to one another, affectionate with Mommy and Daddy, happy with all the places we go and the…
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i knew target is a magical place.
Ready for the shock of my day? I was roaming blissfully in Target this afternoon, when I saw someone distinctly familiar ahead of me. I thought a second. Wait. I know her . . . from South Asia! What!? It was Tiffany, an American who lived in our city for her husband’s job. We met each other at church–chasing our toddlers, sweating buckets, in the tiny, upstairs room our church rented on Sunday mornings. And yet today here we were in bright, air-conditioned Target, in shorts and t’shirts, against a backdrop of racks of bikinis on clearance. It could not have felt more surreal. Even weirder is that her family…
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my health.
We’ve been home six weeks today, and I know many of you are wondering what the status is on my health. I’ve been wanting to write about it, I really have, but it’s just hard. I apologize in advance if this post ends up being long and super boring. First the good news: I am feeling great! I am now eight weeks sinus-infection-free, and that is a truly wonderful feeling. The harder news is what that possibly means for our South Asia life. My general practitioner here built on the CT scan and blood test results from my specialists in South Asia, and did a few more blood tests–and ruled…
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what we miss.
me: “I miss our apartment in South Asia. What do you guys miss?” Judah: “I miss New York City.” Amie: “I miss some butterflies.” And there you have it.
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“so long, gentino’s!”
Some of our dear friends gave us a sweet farewell party at Skyline last night. The menu: Chung’s chinese delivery (my request!), and to-die-for ice cream sandwich cookies by the lovely Maggie (a big thanks to Maggie’s mom for our first real chocolate chips in a year!). Please forgive the poor quality of these photos due to my flash. I just couldn’t not capture the festivities on camera . . . Princess dresses and dancing . . . what more could little girls ask for? Annie and Hadi taught everyone what they’ve been learning in ballet class. Amie learns to twirl Josiah throws caution to the wind and joins in…
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two days.
Status update at 12:14 pm IST: Everyone’s more or less healthy around here, if a little wobbly around the edges. Six of eight suitcases packed. Priya’s cooking lunch. David and the kids are at the bank. Amanda’s out stocking us up on tea and spices. Skyline folks providing dinner. All’s well on King Street.
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we need prayer.
The past two days were a little nightmarish. David got sick Friday morning, and I followed on Friday afternoon. Not sure how it happened that we both got so sick almost simultaneously with differing things. But by Friday night we were each laying on a sofa, shivering with fevers, nauseated, and achey. Throughout Friday night I was rushing to the bathroom and blacking out almost every time I got up. We talked on the Vonage phone with company doctors, and they urged me to get to the hospital. I can’t describe the dread I have of South Asian hospitals right now (no, they are not all bad; yes, I’m probably…