The Last Few Minutes of the Last Hour of the Last Evening of the Last Day in Kiev

5 weeks ago we were beginning this trip. 5 weeks ago we did not know what this trip would be like and now, today, the trip is over. It has traveled the arc from future to present to past without even stopping. Smoothly the time has traveled, each minute as even and as fluid as the one before it or the one to come soon after it.

So tomorrow we go home. To the place I have not allowed myself to think about these many weeks. Home to esplanades of cherry blossoms and fragrant flowers. Home to the budding leaves peaking out in their greenest splendour, home to warm evenings and warmer days basking in the warmth of the blue skies.

Home to my house - the one decorated in "Ritz Carlton Lobby Style" with the foyer crystal chandelier dropping brilliant teardrops around the many small lighbulbs ensuring the lights sparkle brilliantly and beautifully once evening falls.

Soon we will be playing with Spunky and Scooter, high fiving Mr. Bear and ensuring Floppy Dog has been an adequate watchdog over Alex's room.

We can't wait to come home. Yeah!