Dear Mom,
Janet and I are taking care of many details, and I’m overwhelmed, but I’m imagining the many, many details that are being taken care of when a space rocket is about to launch. Intimidating! And then I think “yeah, but what if a family of raccoons had been living in the rocket for the last 9 years and you had to clean all their stuff out so the rocket could get ready to launch?”
We’ve been doing mostly the moving-out and cleaning-out bit lately, though we finally got two of the suitcases to exactly 49.5 pounds each yesterday. We’re not hoarders, but we’re not exactly lean-and-trim, either, when it comes to the shear amount of our STUFF around the house. We’re like some weird birds that gather fancy sticks and string for our nest but the nest-building instinct got stuck ON and our nest has gotten beyond fluffy. So we’re decluttering and packing and cleaning and fixing stuff, and soon (so soon) that part will all be over and new adventures await.
Today (Janet’s birthday!) one of our housemates moves in to the bedroom off the living room, and we’re in the south Airbnb bedroom until Wednesday, and then we fly out on Thursday bright and early. The other two housemates will move in after we go, and the three of them will caretake for our property while we’re away until late April.
We haven’t exactly resolved the Vietnam lodgings question, BUT our hearts are at rest about it. The realtors have shown us several options and we have been able to answer to our satisfaction the question about renting a house vs. an apartment: For the purposes of being able to offer hospitality and generally improved privacy, we’ll be spending a bit more than $1000/mo for a house in Danang. There’s one house we’re especially thinking about, about 7 minutes by motorbike north of Vincom. Lê Văn Duyệt, Nại Hiên Đông,
This morning it’s chilly here in Bend, and we’re trying to soak up the cold vibes. Soon, so very soon, the weather will be nothing but hot/humid!
Ah, I can tell that I’ve come to the end of this letter because I’ve begun to tell you about the weather. I dread the heat of September in Vietnam, but it’s still not a worthy topic for these letters (or you’d hear about the weather every-single-time.).
Love,
Tim