This view of the drawbridge in Port Clinton, Ohio is from my uncle and aunt’s backyard.
Sunset over Port Clinton.
The suitcase is packed to capacity and the carry-on is ready to go. It’s almost time to go to the airport and I am struggling to stay upbeat, trying hard not to cry. Saying goodbye to family, friends and the US never gets any easier. It is ALWAYS hard.
I only got to see a handful of friends and I didn’t do all the many things I planned to, but I did get to spend a lot of time with my family. For that, I am grateful. And just now, I am daydreaming about the next trip home.
Goodbye Cincinnati. Hello Stockholm.
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Sandy, your mother and I have the same feelings.
Thanks Dad!
Ooo I hate the good-byes…. I agree, it never ever gets easier!
I was warned that was one of the worst parts of becoming an ex pat – too many homes, too many goodbyes. I haven’t been back to the US for a visit yet, but already dreading the goodbyes when I do!!
Regan, Having too many goodbyes is definitely one of the hardest parts of being an expat for me. I actually think it gets harder to say them the longer you are away from your “original” home. It just never gets easier.
But I do actually like the idea of being at home in many different places in the world.
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