Get packing again. The end of the school year, everyone’s packing for somewhere else. Different cars were driven in our complex very early this morning. They are parents, friends, relatives, lovers….Watching so many different cars from different places outside this small community, it just struck me how many connections they have in this country. What a wonderful thing to know we are born here to help each other.
I wonder what it would be like when it’s time for us to move. All international students have very little attachments to this society. Must be a completely different scene.
Now they even have to send an officer to control the traffic around the corner. Amazing.
Oh, I am packing for a trip. Happy to get away again.