One of the hardest things about flying 8000 miles away is the separation from our dear family.
We said painful good byes to my mom and sister about 2 weeks before departure, then embarked on more of the same throughout the holiday season.
We left a day later than expected due to cancelled flights, from the Papa Chopstix grandparents home.
In a way it was relaxing because my packing of several weeks stress had already been done. We even went to a nature center.
At least, I relaxed after I repacked our way-too-many pieces of carry-on and we had a plan for hauling 16 suitcases and 14 small(ish) bags from Dayton to Louisville… Thanks, W father and son!