The day is almost upon us. By the time I rise tomorrow morning, Mark and Zane (and I, by extension) will be enjoying a final evening in Tucson. The time for their return to Australia is here. Neither is happy about it in a way. Quite simply, they love the life we shared while in the US.
Through the experience of earning his doctorate and the subsequent year in academic training, Mark has further matured professionally and is eager to enter the world of academic law. During the two years in Tucson, Zane has shed the skin of childhood and entered those delicate years as a teenager. His development and maturity during the past couple of years still astound us. He excelled academically, achieved a sense of independence and became a highly competitive swimmer. During the year that I lived in Tucson with them (July 2009 to May 2010), we managed to reconnect with family and friends in the Northern Hemisphere, but we also made new friends. There are a great many memories I will cherish forever.
Although they are both excited for us all to be under the same roof again, I am sure Mark and Zane are grieving over the need to leave their life, our life, in a very different and unique place. I experienced it when I had to leave Tucson in May 2010 and return to Sydney, in order to begin my new position with Coro Innominata.
I like Tucson very much, and over the 9 or 10 years I have lived there on and off, I have been happy to call it home. It saddens me to think that this may have been the last time. Oh, yes. We will be back in Tucson for visits, but for now, I will rejoice in the fact that my family will be together again. Finally.