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The Obligatory Year End Roundup

This year we left Burundi after twenty-two months of tropical fun. Sure there were some civil war remnants, but nothing serious enough to make us put down our fresh pineapple juice or stop us from enjoying beautiful sunsets on the terrace. And as one of my coworkers pointed out before I left, we have the greatest souvenir from our time there (see next paragraph).

This year Sophie Olivia came into our lives. It's sounds so cliche (and so does that), but we can't imagine life without her. She's happy and thriving and I can't believe how much she's changed in the first few months of her life. She started eating some real food this week, and with gusto. I'm so anxious to see how she develops further.

Finally, this year we moved to India. So far we are loving it here aside from a few transition pains. We've spent the New Year holiday unpacking, as the remainder of our household items -- aside from the car and the cat -- arrived on Friday afternoon. The New Year isn't much of a holiday here but Mike had yesterday off from work and even though we were tired, unpacking kept us up late enough to see the neighbors set off some fireworks. We'd already unpacked our case of champagne and had a bottle chilling in the fridge for a midnight toast.

We are looking forward to staying in one place for 2011. Cheers to everyone's hopes and dreams for the upcoming year!


Anonymous said…
Welcome to India!
Linsey said…
The weekly FS blog round-up is posted, and you're on it.

Let me know if you'd like to be removed.

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