The end is here at last... (That's what the title means.) Today, DS1 said good-bye to his first grade classmates and I picked him up from school. His teacher gave him a kanji dictionary and I gave her a pound cake and cookies from the local pastry shop.
DS2 had his last real day of daycare. His teacher gave him minicars, a Pokemon DVD and stickers. I gave her gift certificates. I gave all the staff and teachers at his daycare rice crackers and cookies. I'm getting pretty good at obligatory gifts.
Tomorrow is happyokai, or performing arts assembly. My last one. Funny how three years ago, I dreaded it. Two years ago, DS1 was sick and I rejoiced at not having to be packed like a sardine into a tiny room to hear 5 year olds sing and watch them dance. Last year, I was nostalgic. DS1 was in his last year of hoikuen and danced and drummed and sang. DS2 danced with other three year olds. This year, I am weepy. Of all this is coming to an end.
I have been out to lunch or dinner multiple times this week. I am tired, strung out, and ready to burst into tears every time someone says good-bye to me. I'm still getting rid of stuff, packing bags and wondering how everything will play out on Monday.
It is the end and I'm sad. And telling me I should be happy that I'm going back to my home country doesn't actually make me less sad. And platitudes about "one door closing and another one opening" don't actually help with the sadness either.
I'll blog from the other side when it's "iyo iyo hajimaru." (At last, it begins.)
Friday, February 4, 2011
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