My apartment is an utter disaster area. There are 4 big bags of laundry set by the kitchen door. Guess how I’m spending my first half day of vacation? There are piles of stuff everywhere—food for Florida, mail that must be sent before we leave, vitamins, summer clothes that have been tried on and can go on the trip and then just the flotsam and jetsam that flies in Selam’s wake. (Seriously, what is it with the little bits of paper and doll shoes and puzzle pieces and pipe cleaners–it’s like she’s leaving a trail to return home by.)
I am wrapping up stuff at work, trying to figure out how to surprise Selam with this news, needing to get to the bank, the laundromat and come up with several creative meals out of what’s left in the fridge. Oh and catfood. Cannot. Forget. Cat food.
Anyway, I am grateful, profoundly grateful, for the kindness of friends, family and strangers that have made it possible for us to go on a trip like this. I never imagined going on such a long and fancy vacation with Selam. But people have been kind and generous with advice, loaner guide books, and material freebie blessings, too.
I am very, very lucky.
We leave Sunday.
I’m telling her tomorrow afternoon.