That time the boy left his comfort zone and zip lined across the Zambezi River.

I’ve always been a daredevil. Well…a safe one. My motto is “YOLO, but don’t die”. The boy, on the other hand, has always proceeded with caution and lived vicariously through me. When I skydived, he was supportive and even expressed interest in doing it one day, but then was nervous about jumping from the top ladder on a climber at the park. He has aspirations but rarely leaps before fully assessing all possible risks. When we traveled to Southern Africa for spring break this year, we visited Victoria Falls and I told him that I was thinking of jumping off the bridge….

My heart is 30,000 feet in the air.

For the first time in his 8 years of travel experience, the boy boarded his first flight as an unaccompanied minor to fly to Kansas to spend part of the summer with my mother. I freaked out a little bit on the inside. But I didn’t cry. I did good. He, on the other hand, was awesome. I’m constantly blown away at his bravery and resilience. Flying alone for an eight-year-old can be a scary thing. Especially when you’re used to flying with someone at all times. I know he is and will be fine. He’s a pro at this…

Parties, piñatas, and the last day of school.

The past month has been a blur. All the days have blended into one big mass of stress and boxes. The logistics of moving 9,000 miles away has become more than I anticipated. And work has been a disaster. I’ve had to crunch 2 weeks of work into one because such is life and nothing ever goes as planned. But this past week has been good. This week, we were able to say our goodbyes to those we love and those who love and support us. Earlier in the week, we met with friends and had a picnic in the…