I have waited for this moment for several years - the time when we will actually be 'in the funnel' to leave for Bangladesh. It has frequently seemed just over the horizon, and on the few occasions when it seemed nearer, it wasn't. I've been antsy, restless and even occasionally persnickety for the last six months.
Now, with the house under contract, departure suddenly seems imminent. Part of me can hardly stand to hope, of course - certain something will go wrong with the sale. The rest of me, unexpectedly, is saying, "Slow down!" - I walk across the yard and it seems too vividly green. The cool Maine summer seems more perfectly temperate. Our friendships seem unbearably sweet. How can we possibly leave this?
In this place I've been consistently shown the need to slow down and pay attention, and it seems it has now been arranged. I will remain on blood thinners until early October and we may not leave until after that, but for once I'm not champing at the bit. That will come soon enough.
