She’s gone – well actually all 20 kids gone and 3 teachers. All terribly excited, standing in the rain, boarding the bus and heading for the airport. Arriving in Japan tonight. Two years in the making, waiting for the next trip when the previous one was a disaster.
Soph has barely slept the last two nights. Slightly anxious but doing pretty good. This is her dream trip and a real reality check of her dreams when she touches down in Japan.
If she finds it hard to eat, serves herself too little, is triggered by anything, she is now on her own. Learning how to cope truly by herself. She has enough buffer that if she does struggle she will still be in a good place when she gets back home. This is the first time she has ever been any real distance or length of time away from home (and so far). Like you just can’t get the bus home if you feel homesick.
And me? I will have no big eyes following me, no boredom and anxiety breakdowns this school holidays. And of course I will miss all this, cause she isn’t here to do them and annoy me. LOL. My dad comes back from Europe on Monday, my ex heads for Nepal/Bhutan the following week, and then my daughter comes home after that. Feeling like the unmovable pivot point that everyone just floats around, touches base and moves off into an exciting life. Maybe it’s time to start moving the pivot point.