the hardest goodbye
You’d think that given our itinerant lifestyle, we would get used to goodbyes. And yet S still tears up every time we have to part ways, even if it is for only a brief period. D is typically more dispassionate, especially when we don’t expect to be apart for more than a few weeks, but this time he too has a touch of the blues. We still have a few more bureaucratic and medical hoops to jump through before Munchkin can travel overseas, so while D is preparing to return to Moldova tomorrow, S will head back to her parents’ house in Bangor for several more weeks.