As we began the school's year-end goodbyes, it became evident to us all that our time here is nearing its end. Though Anna is probably the most excited for the move to London,
with Van a close second, it did not soften the loss she felt this week. Her friends, her teachers, and pretty much her way of life is falling away piece by piece, friend by friend; their partings accompanied by an occasional cry or lamenting sigh...
No more bus stop full of friends at the beach, no more classroom bomb shelters which actually might get used, no more mom-induced trips to that same damn beach and its menacing ways (sand, eczema-torturing salt, and more sand)...
Eliska, Anna, and Ms. Friedman (above), Tessa and Anna (below)
Now I have to get back to packing and organizing.....
shhhh, I'm really on my way to the beach!
As we began the school's year-end goodbyes, it became evident to us all that our time here is nearing its end. Though Anna is probably the most excited for the move to London, with Van a close second, it did not soften the loss she felt this week. Her friends, her teachers, and pretty much her way of life is falling away piece by piece, friend by friend; their partings accompanied by an occasional cry or lamenting sigh... 
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