Saturday, March 28, 2009

To all outward appearances. (Day 62)

We're fine. Not panicked. Not stressed.

At least he's not stressed.
He'll never remember England, which makes me sad, as I have so many memories.

When I was first pregnant and could barely make it out of bed, I would take the dog for her morning walk around this park.

When I entered my blissful second trimester, I would take the dog for more leisurely strolls. In the park. In the fields...I'd tuck my ipod into some part of my expanding waistline and tune into a Suspense podcast or Norah Jones or even Russell Brand.

You heard me. Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.

Not seeing these places again...That's hard. I felt the same way about leaving Bosnia, the mountains, and my morning walks around Bentbasa. They were such a part of my life, gave me structure when I had none, gave me routine and beauty. Apart from dear M., I will miss all of this the most.
Here's to finding something new and special.


Blogger Drama queens mum said...

Hi. Visiting from MBC.

12:19 PM  
Blogger fraught mummy said...

please keep on blogging wherever you end up. I'm following you - Bosnia (there at the moment), England (from there, will head back) US ... never say never.

Just a random question - on a scale of 1 - 10 - how difficult was it to take a Bosnian dog to the UK? I keep thinking we are going to adopt a dog, but am scared about getting it back to the UK.

Good luck with the move!

1:35 PM  
Anonymous Melissa said...

Yup, just cried. *sigh*

12:48 PM  

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