There was the job interview that in the end didn't pan out and made me wonder if I was doing the right thing after all.
There is the house loan that keeps dragging on and ooops! the banker seems not to have gotten the signed loan application that Remi dropped off in the bank's mailbox.
There is the itty bitty March paycheck that is really depressing. Thank you snow day and sick day.
Then there was my aunt Jane getting very sick and needing to be operated last Monday. And as always, being an expat makes these kinds of events rather heart-wrenching. From so far away I can't do anything but call and email and send flowers. And though everyone tells me that those things help, I can't help but realize that my loved ones are dealing with worry and sleepless nights and countless hospital visits. While I can continue to live my life relatively unchanged. Though of course I was worried too and was having strange dreams that I wondered might be premonitions.
Now we're crossing our fingers things are looking much brighter for Jane. But for me I realize with more than just a pinch in my heart that I will always be the one so far away when illness strikes. Just as fellow expat Deidre mentioned recently. That somehow I'm spared the weariness of these situations but also that I don't get to see those people as much to begin with to take advantage of our time on earth together. And that is really tough.
But I'll try to less of a downer for the end of this post. My dad is coming next week and we'll enjoy our time together. The sun is supposed to be out tomorrow and Juju and I will play in the greenhouse while Remi works. My birthday is coming up and I will NOT be 40 (that will be next year). And that you never know what life will offer you from one day to another. Like how this old British guy took our picture today and it turned out so groovy. So keep on keepin' on.
