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An experience of a lifetime began today

For the past week and a half, it has felt like we’ve been on a roller coaster, as we readied ourselves and middle child for her experience of a lifetime. When she was born some twenty-three years ago, I never imagined that one day she would leave to travel to the other side of the world.  Going away family dinners were held, a lovely party at the Ping Pong Bar & Lounge put on by one of her best friends. Friends she hadn’t seen for ages, people she grew up with, came to wish her safe travels and good luck.

Always the adventurous one, unable to find a job at home, she looked overseas. Off to Seoul, South Korea to teach English as a Second Language for a year. So this morning after the alarm went off at 4 a.m., we gathered her luggage, just under the weight limit of fifty pounds, trying my best not to cry, knowing I will probably not see her for a year, we drove her to the airport.

When she lands in Seoul tomorrow, she will be fourteen hours ahead of our time. She will not have a phone, hopefully she can find free wi-fi to tell me she’s safe. I will try not to worry.

Middle child on the plane.

The adventure begins for middle child.

 

And like that she was moving on

I thought I was ready, but I was wrong, as I sit here listening to albums, trying to hold back the tears.

An old picture of when the children were young

An old picture of when the children were young.

You’re probably thinking I’m insane, I know my husband does, I mean, don’t all parents wait for that day when your children will move out? I know it is a loaded question. I look back at the pictures of when they were young, when they would just out of the blue hug you, run up and say I love you. I still get the hugs and the I love you’s often, but wouldn’t you like to go back and just watch them grow up again? I know I would.

 

The children sitting on the couch and watching a movie.

Watching a movie together.

The children picking apples.

One of my favourite pictures from when we went apple picking.

A picture of the children walking the dog

A walk in the park with our first dog Sheba.

Is she ready for her new life? I believe she is, we have hopefully given her the right tools, strength, courage, and love to help her make the choices that will bring her happiness.  She can still call me anytime, even in the middle of the night, her bedroom will always be hers even if I use it for the time being as my sewing room.

The eldest in her kayak.

The eldest in her kayak. Ready for anything.