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notes on the journey #1

At the airport.

On the way to the bus, I let the kids walk and Jean lost her new doll a Christmas present I give her yesterday, and reminds her of her favourite character in her favourite movie. She is devastated.

We went back on our steps and Sid, hoping to find it starting running back towards the house and I lost him, he couldn’t hear me. In his very generous 11 year old way, he wanted to help. I was terrified of missing the bus and learned a good lesson. Don’t let small things escalate.

Andy drove back to find it and miraculously found it and drove by, just metres away from the bus. I felt incredibly supported. A good omen.

On the bus i realized I travel without any key in my pocket. There is a sense of freedom attached to this. It is a rare occurence and it does feel liberating.

On the plane the kids are seating on their own, in front of me. They look so happy so safe, so loved. I feel overwhelmed with emotions.

Jean takes her own initiative to fix the remote control issue. Calls the air hostess, and get the to help. Sid turns Jean’s screen off when she falls asleep. Zsuzsa always looking around. They are so resilient.