There's a time stamp on this post somewhere, but for posterity:
It's Monday, March 24, 2014, 8:02 am and Izumi is off to her last day of first grade. I'm feeling all those motherly emotions-- "where did the time go?" "what happened to my baby?" etc.
A year ago today, we were frantically packing our house in Skokie, IL for our impending move here. Seems like yesterday and a hundred years ago.
Koji isn't attending his last day of fourth grade. He's at a soccer camp in Okutama. I had no trouble allowing him to miss school today. Is it really school when the kids get ready, march over there, have a ceremony that indicates school is over for this year, and then come right back home? I'm trying to get over being offended by this schedule, but looks like I'm not over it yet.
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