Our lives are filled with hellos and goodbyes, tears and smiles. We always are sad to leave dear friends and family behind and at the same time look forward to being again with dear friends and family where we are headed. Some have said jokingly that missionary kids are maybe most at home in the air, in the inbetween. All I have to say is this – as a missionary, I am not at home in the air. It’s not that it troubles me unduly, as with fear or worry, it’s just that it is not a place I like to be for too long a time. With my kindle in hand, socks on my feet, and a big warm scarf cum blanket around my shoulders, the time passes. Sometimes we get the thrill of discovering something new, like a good movie or game on the little screen in front of us (that is if the flight has such a thing). Most recently, we flew in a plane whose windows didn’t have shades to slide down, there was a button to darken the tint of the window instead! Everybody say “Whoa, what will they think of next?!?”
