We'll be missing the pitcher plants at the Butterfly Botanical area this summer, one of my very favorite places in Quincy. It's one of the few alpine bogs left in the Sierra Nevada and a true treasure.
Today is the first time that it all seems real, as we have our last conversations with friends and family. Kai had his last flying lesson and we had to say goodbye to our flight instructor. We made arrangements to drop off the dog with Nanny Rose and I couldn't believe I wouldn't be talking to her every week or so to catch up on life, discuss the kids, or figure out logistics for an upcoming trip. The coffee shop guy said goodbye, Jane from the Arts Commission said goodbye, my mechanic said goodbye.
So here it is midnight, I just finished up my conference calls with my new work colleagues, the suitcases are half packed, and I'm thinking sadly of how much I'll miss everyone. One thing I'm certain of, though, is that the rain falling on my roof will be the same rain we'll see in Tokyo, and that we'll have new friends before too long.
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