Life at the End

Life is fun. It is like a rollercoaster of fun. One minute you are slowly going up the mountain, enjoying the view and the next, you are screaming your head off with your hands in the air hoping your back will be intact when you are done. (I know- Long run-on sentence.)

So this is life. Liz and I are about to leave Bogota in 21 days. Our life here is almost over. These three years have been amazing. We both wanted to enjoy these last days with friends we have met who are now our family. We wanted to do some last touring and picnics in the Andes. However, my limp & Liz's lump have restricted our plans. I have been house bound for the last three weeks, and I will not return to work until June 12th at the earliest. Liz has had to do all the legal and wrap-up items that are required to leave the country. I have had a physical therapist come to the house for my appointments instead of the other way around. Liz has had to teach her classes, and deliver my lesson plans too.

Our week is busy with school work and rehab. Our nights are for each other and sleep. Our weekends have been used for packing and closing up shop. Time with friends has been cut short. Last minute touring and picnics are a bit modified. This is not how we imagined our last month in Bogota, but it is preparing us a little bit for a baby. Liz keeps reminding me to enjoy this time off since Oak is on the way (he is still a little undercooked).