The movers have come and gone. Seeing the four packing guys move in such an efficient way – pop open box, tape bottom zip zip, bundle things in, fold flaps down, tape top zip zip – convinces me that a moving budget should always include packing (unpacking I can do myself).

Stephen came home about two hours after packing started. I had asked that the living room and all his toys be packed first because I knew that if he were here, he’d want to play with all his toys and would have a hard time letting them go. When he walked in, he went straight to his toy cabinets and saw that they were empty. The poor kid never had a more pathetic look on his face when he tearfully asked, “Where’s my plane?”

It was at that moment when it finally hit. We aren’t going to be living here anymore.

No more authentic Vietnamese food, household help, pirated DVD’s, and a mandatory game of chicken when crossing the road. We’re moving back to the land of gigantic supermarkets, parks and museums, and stoplights.

Thank you, Vietnam, for a truly once-in-a-lifetime experience.

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