time marches on. it just won’t stop and i’d like it to. i’d like to pull back on the reigns and say, “whoa” and have time stop. and wait until i’m ready for it to move forward, but it won’t. it just won’t.
right now i count the days by the thens. michael’s in indonesia right now. he’s been gone for almost 2 weeks and has another week to go. then he’s home for a little less than a week. then he’s in africa for approximately 2 weeks. then he’ll be home for close to a week. then he’s in america for 4 days. (yes, he’ll spend almost as much time traveling for that trip as he will actually be there and he’ll spend way more time recovering from that trip than he will be there.) then he’s home. and for some reason that’s when time really starts for me. time starts in april. not sure what my mind thinks happens between now and then (mid Feb and early April), but for some reason it doesn’t feel real. it doesn’t feel like progress. about the same time michael returns from america family starts arriving. aly (i cannot wait to see her, it’s been so long!!!), her boyfriend (we’ve never met him), my mom, and my aunt will all come to chiang mai. and i’m crossing my fingers and hoping against hope that chan will also be coming (that feels like a bit of a long shot, but also not impossible). we’ll have two weeks of family and tourist stuff and songkran and time not stopping. overshadowing everything is the weight of “this is it”. this is good bye. this is our last smokey season (miserable, but we’ll miss it). our last hot season (miserable, but we’ll miss it). our last songkran (not always miserable and something i will definitely miss). and i think what makes it harder is that it doesn’t feel like there are any firsts to come. it isn’t our first time to live in america. it’s not our first time to live in colorado. it’s not even our first time to live in the house we’ll be returning to. it feels like too much. but it can’t be stopped.
so, we make plans. there are the we need to sort this plans, the we need to do this plans – the logistical stuff that comes with moving. those are sort of easy (easy to see, not necessarily easy to do.) but then there are the we have to do this plans. and they aren’t the same for all of us. michael is ticking off some of his through work. i know with each trip he makes he’s saying goodbyes. and it’s not easy for him. the hardest plan of all is the final how do we leave chiang mai plan. figuring out how to do goodbye isn’t easy.
it’s much easier to say late july is forever away.