Saturday, June 21, 2014

June in the Foreign Service

Read this: "June Goodbyes" by Donna Gorman

I wasn't there.  I left at about 8 p.m. knowing full well that some of the closest friends I've had here were leaving in the morning.  Mature person that I am, I left in a huff, annoyed at some small thing that Ian did, a cover for feeling anxious about the other emotions about to spill out and wanting to get away from them as quickly as possible. Ian got home late, being the awesome dad he is, allowing Nicholas to get to the very last available minute with one of his closest friends.  The report back says there were many many.. many tears.  I'm positive I wouldn't have handled my own sadness gracefully, much less my son's.

Theirs was the first departure of the "village," the group, the ones I hung out with.  We came late to the game, having only worked our way in a year ago with these folks, and now they're gone.

Most of the rest are very soon to follow... one on Monday, another on Tuesday, another on Thursday...

Another friend said it so aptly - this is the first post we've had that's been about us.  Not purely about our kids as it's been up until now, but us and our friendships, our fun, our opportunity to spend time with people we really like.

For me, that's what makes this June so much harder than the rest.  Come July I'll look about me and feel lost in this desert.  There are some others out there, don't get me wrong, but I wonder if it'll take another year to find my village again.

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