Another goodbye

We are always saying goodbye.  This week it was to dear friends who lived across the street.  We hadn't known them very long, but it was one of those rare friendships that flourishes quickly.  Natasha burst into tears when we parted and refused to give goodbye hugs.  I guess she is starting to understand what "going to America and not coming back means."

As for me, the loss of a kindred mom friend is definitely a blow.  I try to focus on the positives - first, of course, the friend isn't really lost as we will stay in touch; second, we are so lucky are we to have had this friendship; and third, in this lifestyle the going is always accompanied by coming, and perhaps there are more fantastic friendships on the horizon.

See you somewhere around the world, guys!