One step closer

Today we went to the passport office to renew my and my son’s passports. After, I had a million things to prepare for a tournament this weekend including a potluck which someone organized to take place at the hotel. Basically I was `out running errands most of the day today…πŸ™

In the middle of the running around, I received several panicky texts from my son. He doesn’t have a lunch. He doesn’t have any money. Can I drop by and give him money for lunch. He’s got school hockey, he’ll be at the rink.


What is it with kids? I mean, why didn’t he remind me of this in the morning when I was making lunch for his sister? Why didn’t he remember to take money out of his own wallet for lunch? Why do I have to drop everything and rescue the poor, starving boy, in the middle of MY day?

Even after I confirmed that I would head over when I get a chance, he kept texting me. He’s staaaarving, when am I cooooming…


When I did get to the rink he didn’t tell me where he was. (The center has 4 pads…which one were they playing on?) I finally found him in the Olympic size one sitting with another kid playing fortnite on his phone (he’s still injured, so he doesn’t play in the game, he does the time-keeping instead).

I handed him two $5 bills and he said:

“That’s not enough.” πŸ™„

When I suggested he give me back my ten bucks he didn’t want to do that.



When I got home the trip to πŸ‡¨πŸ‡­ was booked. The flight for all four of us is now official. πŸ™‚

I have not been back to my *formative years* home in Switzerland since before the kids came. It’s been about 20 years since my last trip…

They have never been on a plane, my kids. Which is ironic given my partner used to be an airline pilot and I a flight attendant. (Not at the same time, I didn’t know him when I flew).

So that will be interesting. Planes have changed a lot since I used to fly…

My girl child is beyond excited and will very well be the end of me by the time June arrives! She is so expressive in her joy it’s infectious. Also exasperating… πŸ™‚

I’m both excited and nervous about this upcoming trip. It’s hard, to travel back in time…

I know from my mom, who has been back many times, that much has changed in my old town.

One thing I will definitely do is retrace my steps from that fateful morning when I had that horrible headache that landed me in the hospital in a coma. That was on my school route… I’ll show my family where I lived, and the path I took home from school while suffering a debilitating migraine. I was only 7 years old at the time. But instead of a farm and pastures with cows there is now a residential neighborhood along that path…

I expect to take some pictures. πŸ™‚ Perhaps I will even share those pictures in the blog…

To read that story about that morning, click on the links inside the Memoir tab on my header. It describes exactly what happened. (But told in the third person. It’s strange, remembering it so vividly but feeling it like an out-of-body experience. It’s hard to explain.)

So, that’s all I’ve got today. Next time I will have a chance to blog it will be from inside a hotel room. Or a rink. Or both.

Happy Thursday everyone… it’s almost the weekend. πŸ™‚

7 thoughts on “One step closer

  1. Have fun in Switzerland. I’ve been a few times (my partner has relatives there) and I always find it a very pleasant country to visit. You can’t beat walking in the mountains πŸ™‚

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