Family life on the run
Like Bobby careening deeper into a train museum, while Baba reads a wall display, family life has been running away. Our attempts to maintain order have sometimes felt like this traffic jam ("taf-fick jamp"), displayed here in an art installation constructed by our resident abstract expressionist, Bobby.
Life has indeed been lived on the run amidst much family travel of late and more on the way. Nainai came to stay with us in London. Baba spent a few nights in Brussels and then returned home to take Bobby and Nainai to the Netherlands on the next day. After seeing Nainai off at Heathrow, the London Linges decamped to Singapore for two weeks with a few additional days in Malaysia. Bobby and Baba visited York, and then a few weeks later, Bobby, Baba, plus Mummy, went to Cardiff.
On several of those trips, I was worried whether I'd be admitted to the country because my passport had run out of pages for stamps. Luckily, no one ever deported me, as border guards stamped on already full pages or pages meant for other purposes. But now, I've sent my passport off to the US embassy to be renewed, so no more international travel for a little while at least.
I would have preferred to write these blog entries closer to the dates described herein. Alas, it's tough to write when your life is in an abstract expressionist taf-fick jamp.
Sometimes it seems so hard to grab onto the moments. Bob says and does so many funny things, but we can't remember them all, or just don't even understand or appreciate what's happening. This blog could only catch just a few moments, with imperfect descriptions, but it's the closest facsimile we'll have to remembering the whole thing.
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| This taf-fick jamp looks orderly at first, but upon closer look, we have cars piggy backing, cars turned the wrong way, etc. |
Life has indeed been lived on the run amidst much family travel of late and more on the way. Nainai came to stay with us in London. Baba spent a few nights in Brussels and then returned home to take Bobby and Nainai to the Netherlands on the next day. After seeing Nainai off at Heathrow, the London Linges decamped to Singapore for two weeks with a few additional days in Malaysia. Bobby and Baba visited York, and then a few weeks later, Bobby, Baba, plus Mummy, went to Cardiff.
On several of those trips, I was worried whether I'd be admitted to the country because my passport had run out of pages for stamps. Luckily, no one ever deported me, as border guards stamped on already full pages or pages meant for other purposes. But now, I've sent my passport off to the US embassy to be renewed, so no more international travel for a little while at least.
I would have preferred to write these blog entries closer to the dates described herein. Alas, it's tough to write when your life is in an abstract expressionist taf-fick jamp.
Sometimes it seems so hard to grab onto the moments. Bob says and does so many funny things, but we can't remember them all, or just don't even understand or appreciate what's happening. This blog could only catch just a few moments, with imperfect descriptions, but it's the closest facsimile we'll have to remembering the whole thing.
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