I'm leaving and coming.
I’m leaving Jakarta this afternoon after two years of living here. There’s something strange about the leaving because it’s also a going home for me. I’m returning to where I always lived, where I’ve always considered home, but my parents and often hard-to-live-with sister are staying here. They’ll live here for another two years, probably, and I’ll get to visit them but I won’t live here again…at least not with them. It’s perfectly possible that I’ll be back here, in Indonesia at least, on my own. Ah, well. I’m going back to Texas for a few days, and then Costa Rica, about which I’m hugely excited, then Texas for a little while, and then Colorado to see my Uncle Andrew, his wife Kate and their four children who vary in age and adorable-ness depending on who you’re talking about…then Texas for the rest of the summer. I think I should clarify for any offended parties that I’m sure Thomas would blanch at being called adorable, as might Nicholas and so I wont, but Anna and Jonathon (why does that looked like it’s spelled wrong?), well they’re just “cute as a button”. And on that note I’m going to spend a little time putting all my things into two duffel bags and hoping it all works.