Torn
So Sabina called today to tell us that she rescheduled our flights for tomorrow morning instead of the day after. My general response: Holy crap! I don't even know if the weather will be clear enough for us to fly out tomorrow, it's been really foggy for the past few days. We might stay after all. But right now I'm in a whole new level of torn between being ready to get out of here and wanting desperately to stay just a little longer, to see the kids just one more time.
None of us have stepped much out of the apartments the whole day, we've been cleaning everything up so that if we leave according to the new plan we won't leave trashed places for the teachers to come home to. And the whole day I've been thinking to myself, "I can't leave now. I have dance class tomorrow!" Rrrr. I want there to be two of me so I can send one off and keep one here indefinitely.
None of us have stepped much out of the apartments the whole day, we've been cleaning everything up so that if we leave according to the new plan we won't leave trashed places for the teachers to come home to. And the whole day I've been thinking to myself, "I can't leave now. I have dance class tomorrow!" Rrrr. I want there to be two of me so I can send one off and keep one here indefinitely.